a cracked and broken sky
reflected in staccato sigh
grey scalpel winds
render each breath into
shards and shrapnel
Victorian playthings
in a Gothic horror story
porcelain dolls dropped down the stairs
laying splayed on marbled floors
mosaics of painted faces
unstuck and shattered
awaiting animation we drag
on devil days
with weighted feet
we wait in the shadows and rot
pouring over empty photo albums
caressing the faded spaces
as our dilapidated collapse occurs
and we are lost to entropy and nightmare
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