Forgotten

By , johns Creek, GA
Cobwebs fill my ebony lungs, desolate and arid
A thin layer of rust coats my heart, comatose yet torrid
My brain chills, icicles suspend from the rotting plasm
Soot sticks to the walls of my stomach desiring the slightest spasm

My mind lacks thought
My joints are stiff
My soul, distraught

Relief, two crescent moons of light illuminate the dust in their weightless dance
Releasing me from my lifeless trance





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