Skull Fissure
cracks creeping down my skull
leaking thoughts I drew
as disease worms into
the mass and void
a skull bored
echoes of nothing fill my ears
stench of dark forms fills
eyes, I see haunting me
a ghastly specter
fissures caress my,
flakes falling from my
skull in pieces
broken by
6/4/23
Tag: skulls
Ashes and Skulls
Ashes and Skulls
sunless set, upon ashen woke
trees sighing at the look
fallen bows discarded
past the way of skulls
bones and locks,
a box with no days
endless rays
from a silver set moon
ache the wrist that wrote
a cage without a moat.
8/25/22 - Andy McRae
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