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Frail we dance.
by Johnny CrimsonShe whispered to me
that "we all dream with the phases of the moon."
Her half skeleton face gleaming in the neon green light
bouncing off the swamp of fallen stars.
Her jaw moved faster than her words
and then suddenly not at all.
We glanced at the falling leaves
and held hands bone to bone in the Autumn chill.
The skin from my knees began to peel down to my ankles,and
you're reassuring glance let me know this was to be expected.
Walking backwards our bones shaking fiercly in the greenlight,
the skin flying in front of us leaves a trail to where we
had come from.
Gleaming white and sanded skeletons we now stand nervous pretty dolls.
Hovering atop our sunken graves.
Let the wind lock our now broken jaws and take this dying leap of faith with me
my sweet.
The dunce funeral boy never wrote the names on our tombstones.
So may we remain Anonymously in love for eternity.
10/19/2009 Posted on 10/19/2009
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 10/20/09 at 12:20 AM This a cool and creepy write....I like it:) You should enter it in the Halloween Poetry Contest:) |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/20/09 at 12:34 AM isn't there a Halloween contest of some sort here? Anyway, like this Sean, very vivid, if mildy disturbing! Not sure I like the word dunce there, but love the rest |
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