black encased eyes shut
curtains closed on green eyes
fishnets and cowboy boots
bourbon to go with her
and one fat sack
blackness becomes her
bosom fell still to breath no more
blood red lips pillows caress
propped into a proper smile
almost as if it where her
for a moment
smirking at her release
soft trip carrion shifts
gloss black nails to stiff fingertips
wrapped tenderly around
a single white callo lily
black feather boas dance life
around her almost as if
she was there
a chilly breeze dancing
teasing velvet lays with silk
lined walls enclose her
a silent sea of umbrella's
all black barely moving
guitars fill the air
pyre mocking the caustic
daydream as slowly she falls
into the rabbit hole created
six feet below her heart
and worlds above her dreams
she is free
free to finally be
a dream walking whisper
a happy memory
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