Her pale skin, laminating amongst the moon

Her eyes golden, like a rise of a new dawn.

Her lips pursed, into lines of white

Her deceit and hate seeping in her soul


The fruit falls with a dull thud to the floor

The seeds melt on to her tongue


Her obsidian hair wraps around her neck

Her fragile fingers cup around her face

Her scream of despair rings to the underworld

Her knees collapse to the marble floor

Her eyes locking intensely on mine

Her words burn like ashes of heat


What have you done…


By Yong Yong Z.

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