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Fingerprints in my mind

By Victoria FerrisPublished 7 years ago 1 min read

Buried in the shadows—an echo in the void that is my vacant mind; you were.

There, you are.

Still—a statue, marble skin, your cheeks cut from the stone of the Gods.

And though you may be Holy,

a part of me sees

the dark

the glow in your raven eye.

There,

in the dark

thoughts run slick as blood

from my open wounds and closed scars.

In the night, all is quiet in a house of shadows and statues. Cut in marble as they sleep. A caw cuts across the deep empty dark and the blood flows again.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Victoria Ferris

Visual artist, writer and ghost enthusiast.

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