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Naked Goes The Flesh - with journeychase
What is a dark ritual
without a pagan advocate
of thorns in the bramble
and monuments to the dead
with tingling fingers
what is the night
without an echo
of bones in the casket
stirring the worms
of carrion chowder
upon her flesh
red stained ink
lingering from her scars
shattered glass
holds her reflection
staring back
empty
nothing to feel
the curtain
finally falling
for all to see
her naked soul
lays bare
pale and cold
runs through her now
buried deep within
the earth
where are the voices
flummoxed without dingers
castrated by Goth
no room for floor shine
or beeswax
without a pagan advocate
of thorns in the bramble
and monuments to the dead
with tingling fingers
what is the night
without an echo
of bones in the casket
stirring the worms
of carrion chowder
upon her flesh
red stained ink
lingering from her scars
shattered glass
holds her reflection
staring back
empty
nothing to feel
the curtain
finally falling
for all to see
her naked soul
lays bare
pale and cold
runs through her now
buried deep within
the earth
where are the voices
flummoxed without dingers
castrated by Goth
no room for floor shine
or beeswax
Published 12th Sep 2022
Author's Note
Thank you journeychase for collaborating with me. It was a hoot.
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