The Snakes

no desc. eh you know me already.

Morning rages in the clouds warning
the superstitious. Death pallor
blush on the sky. All her blood
staining it pinks and orange.
If Halloween were Heavenly.
Angels singing through the glass
breathing ghosts into the curtains.
The fire in the air was
breathtaking.
Held the breath.
You were at the funeral.

The snakes had dried on her wrist.

Author's Note

a special happy belated birthday to Sammy "Skye"
i know you wouldnt like this stuff

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

Yea, If he could see this eh?
Not bad, especially the angels breathing ghosts into the curtains, that somehow appeals to me:)

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice vision create by the amazing poem. Good description led the reader to a very nice ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

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Oh damn, that was really good. :D Sad but a very beautiful poem. Wicked job.