ellie voyyd's neocities

Four Poems

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solar plexus, gall of a bastard,
sleep eyes shut, concealed in rafters

skull and cross bones, kicked over chair
sick overture, virtue, bliss, snarling bear

fire column, haunting futures, sunken features
cross to bear, robot torture, over there

eleven preachers, scattered ashes, scalding burns
a silent waste, a cup of blood, ill-fated return

these salted cemetaries, an urn for false memories
back-faced, back-pedalling, into a haunted seminary

disaster turns, glass, victim, childish
hollow or rotten? the cursed germ

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silent sentence, imprisoned deep within an iceberg
old, shrouded, dying trees, mistakes
listen for the
colors, storm siren, opening vault of monster hoard

leaves fallen, but never to decay,
a winter turn forever blue skies gray,
levitation
a wicked price to pay

dear, gas leak, smothered face, restless,
a story for another day,
the metal taste of an alien wound
compounding interest

fractured faces in trenches
dark hollow formless
elm, oak, juniper and mud
discarded sentinel
gusts of disgusting stenches

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only false gods demand sacrifice

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only the wicked hear
what the kind-hearted never say

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