You, traced in red,
thick paint outline
grasping for her,
a specter in
the emerald vapor.
What is that look—
pleasure or
grey death?
Mirror sisters
in ashen gowns
hanging loosely over
translucent skin.
A bond deeper than
skeleton— love
and hate passed
through haunted
touch.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC
You, traced in red,
thick paint outline
grasping for her,
a specter in
the emerald vapor.
What is that look—
pleasure or
grey death?
Mirror sisters
in ashen gowns
hanging loosely over
translucent skin.
A bond deeper than
skeleton— love
and hate passed
through haunted
touch.
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