[ falling clothes ]

[ falling clothes ]

A Poem by winter;lyra

falling clothes
all my soiled virgins
undisclosed, tail my toes
marble tiles, and bubbled sights
one of those caught my eye
in a putrid scent, animals
in a lovely sense, water falls
and sea foam, they subvert the bolt
seize my cross and bow, tie and dice
oh these bloodless plays
are the bloodiest of all to their skirts

© 2020 winter;lyra


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Added on December 13, 2020
Last Updated on December 13, 2020