Lace Lattice

Bliss pouted by my cheek
in a dream about kissing
isolation with a tear streak.

They collect in the recesses
of those gaunt, starved,
meek weakling cheeks
that adorn her face
like a lattice of thin lace.

A smile like a virgin birth.
Purity that's heaven sent.
A scentless plume in her room.
Death looms.

They collect in the recesses
of those gaunt, starved,
meek weakling cheeks
that adorn her face
like a lattice of thin lace.



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Kerins
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