Buried deep: VII

Fractals 22

She has withdrawn deep

Her pale solitary shell

Funereal blue

She waits until her breath lasts

For death to redeem her past

Fear persisted

As long as she remembers

preying on her mind

Boring deep raging maggot

Turning nerves into faggots

She coils in her shell

As the winds sweep memories

from the sands of time

Constant withdrawal from life

where desolation is rife

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