from the mausoleum

decay hums,

no spotlight betrays

eminent limbs aquiver with

star-struck worms


anonymous in entropy, iconic

bones emerge, butterflies from a

chrysalis, gangling in moonlight

they'll never see,

disarticulated by

microbes, where perfume of araby nor

mysore silk mitigates dissolution


beauty falls far,

ful red lips to vacant skull.

marilyn might be the hunchback

or the wicked witch even

the bearded woman



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Candice Reineke

Sat 28th Nov 2020 02:19

I’m a receptive audience in your theater of words. Thanks for revealing beauty in dark spaces.

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