Slumber

So soft is her skin, though befouled by death...

I hear you clearer now...

Imaginary whispers through your thin blue lips.
You burn every unlit part of me.
Unclean visions sour in my head
Your empty breath haunting me deeply.

A blanket for your frozen body.
Fair skin growing further gray.
I pray to whoever listens....
Please take away her slumber.

She belongs to me.

Reviews

[LESSTHANJESSi*]

This is amazing.

[Life is A"Musing"]

I love the way you have recount your emotions in this prose. It stands out to me because of the well-chosen words that that flow into a picture.
This write comes from your soul’s verve; the energy that comes from metaphors give great insight to this portrait you have painted so beautifully! Great write :-)

[heido]

I really enjoyed this.
It's short, eloquent and decisive.
It's unfocused in a way that allows the reader to interprete and relate to oneself.
If this was you purpose. Well done.