Poem 560








It’s deathly cold..
so cold and silent
on this dark
and moonless night.
I am alone.
Nobody sees me.
Nobody is there
to hear my cries.

There are only
living horrors.
Horrors
that surround me..
that do not
let go.

They wear a mask
of skin
that looks just like
a human face..
but if you try
to gaze beyond it..
Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing dressed
as hollow bones.

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