Tag: Day Thirty

bones

Death does brew overhead, a flock of scavengers prepare circle round my head they wait, they scheme they over hear my last breathe and testament.  “Come dine” shrills their call.

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Cemetary

Some times the only place to be alive is where death resides. Here, you notice breath icicles hanging from chins frozen by force. The gravestone tells a story, grand of ordinary kings and queens. Generations past today we live their glory wondering who they were. I vow to learn their mistakes lie deep within their…

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