Dead Girl

Dead girl,
at first light,
decaying in the mist,
that rested in the night.

Dead girl,
in a silent room,
looking into my eyes,
for someone to spoon.

Dead girl,
in these winter days,
her lips as silent,
as the morning rays.

Dead girl,
naked and cold,
lying with me,
and growing old.

Dead girl,
horny in love,
screaming in her dreams,
while she dances.

Dead girl,
with her arms around me,
calm as the wind,
in the eye of the storm that destroys her from the inside.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

One thought on “Dead Girl

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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