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Wailing Woman

A child born of Death

By Krystyna KwiatkowskaPublished 8 months ago 1 min read

Pale eyes, blonde hair

Pearlesant skin that glows beneath the moon,

A girl desperately clinging to light

for her Father to be proud of her birth.

But the more she clings,

the more her desperation fights,

she finds herself abandoned,

free for the shadows to grope

and strangle in suffocating grief.

Dark eyes, dark hair

Dulling skin that ashens in the darkness,

A woman left to suffer on her own

to contend with demons unleashed.

But these monsters,

these creatures that snarl,

she finds herself stranded,

were not of her choice released

and is eaten whole, alive.

White eyes, whitening hair

White skin that fades into the night,

A soul left to die upon the earth;

or become one of the demons caged.

Perhaps it is true

Darkness will forever consume

Wailing Women for

A child born of Death

can never leave his cradle.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Krystyna Kwiatkowska

Krystyna Kwiatkowska is an American writer currently studying English and Polish literature in the Midwest. She creates within a variety of mediums, her stories weaving in-and-out of genres from the fairytale to the gothic.

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