Dead Eyes

Crawled out her coffin

without a care

inside the garden

let fall her hair

under the old oak tree

kisses the honey bees

captures the dark and rides

dead eyes

vast in the wastelands

a tangle of stars

she dances in moonlight

by the rusty cars

spills of a dragon's rot

tremors beneath the yard

of decaying butterflies

dead eyes

Reviews

[rachel ann]

I love this one. The words created perfect images in my head when I read it. Almost, like in a Tim Burton movie.