She spoke of brittle bones
black hearts
tragic endings.
Not a darker thought than
short lives, youthful longings.
The things that dreams
are
destroyed with
decaying
in creator’s rotted minds.
It’s quite a mess, there.
In fecund minds
alive with grind
and grissly aftermath,
charming.
Just charming.
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