Broken Toes...

A distorted shadow dances.
Wailing solitudes dishonesty.

The woods remain silent.
Embraced through ghastly dreams.
Bearing smiles with eyes drained of compassion.
Dilated pupils, trance motion.
Wanton witch's scream.

Smile, loss, unforgiving.
Ripped at the seems.

"Love and Loss is the gospel I sing."
Her smile strains across a sinister grin.
Tearing apart every 'So-called' perfect heart.
Murderous madam.
Lonesome Miss Haversham.
Curious to see beyond her teary veil
Desperate to know what she's missing.

What is she missing?
Maybe loves delicate whimsidasical throws.
As ones unable to dance.
On sordid
Hurtful
Broken toes.

She doesn't want the moon to see her cry.
So as the moon scurries behind the dusted duvet.
The sound of the drips rustling withered leaves whispered.
With the tone of her hollow hum, singing a midnight serenade....