Fevers Of The Skeletons

I observe the speckled snippets of distilled lives.

Each one sits and sulks with contained questions.

Ten fingers lick the rim of a jostling glass.

They’re settled in a vacant lobby.

One crumbling mumbler screeches with hazy puppets.

He’s settled in a white boat atop a glowing lake.

Five wormed consumers feast on driveling hooves.

They’re settled in a lively cyst.

One dejected castle ponders the ivory clouds.

She’s settled in a sturdy clock tower.

As night shivers above, my icy home awaits.

I vanish from the veins of this painting.

Reviews

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jac..]

This conjures up the tales of H.P. Lovecraft and reads as though it were a sinister riddle of some kind. Intriguing with it's macabre imagery and leaves me wanting to know about the scene displayed here. Thank you for sharing.

[Noiz]

I appreciate the review! H.P. Lovecraft was definitely on my mind when I wrote this.