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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Final Visit


Musty stench in the wind
Etched rugged stones glancing over the slope
The rotting flesh
Collapsing of the heart
Crushing their own chambers
Suffocating lineage

Family ties stifled
The snap of a branch
The soul casts no shadow

The visit is brief

A calling of confirmation

The breath of life exhaled....

2 comments:

  1. hey you posted one! cool, will read it when I get back from jogging. Meant to mention I put one up a while back within a post called Bride of Frankenstein Blues if you scroll down. Take care.

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  2. Sounds like the seeds of a story.

    I imagine someone or some thing there to catch the breath of life as it's exhaled.

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