Decayed and festered,

rotting passions-

Mannequins in sweet repose-

shattered nerves 

forever lasting-

broken arms

Drip heavy tomes;

Crippled wings and burning feathers,

Homes rebuilt on broken bones.

Cracking seals

and shattered windows

scream in cunning, awkward prose-

Quaint but brutally dismembered,

(far too cruel to be remembered)

colors fade to holocaust…

crawling toward obscene redemption,

lost in dusty, desert frost.

Blame disguised in righteous edicts,

whispers hang

In tickled moss,

bowing out,

you sleeping bastard-

you were never worth the cost.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STATโ€ฆor a clever and friendly dolphin

4 thoughts on “Mannequins”

  1. “Wham bam..dumped u ma’am”…yeah..she’s part of the trash I far no death threats so I’m feeling very good about it all๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜น

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