Lifeless

 
lifeless, he said    
 
                        and perhaps he was right    
 
i’m not quite sure when she lost    
 
                     the sparkle gleaming in her dark iris    
 
   the glow radiating from her ingenuous face    
 
     but somewhere along the way    
 
she became this hollow skydancer    
 
                 drifting aimlessly to the wind’s ravage    
 
                                      like a ghost dressed in tulle    
 
as a soulless body with worn-out senses    
 
                    and the hidden anguish    
 
              permeated her Moretta mask    
 
     turning languid and fragile    
 
                    like her empty corpse