Dark fairy tale
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Lashes weighed down by mascaraAdding to the burden of keeping her eyes open
Lips the color of bloodSeemed to mock the sickly pale of her cheeks
Rainy days with a cigarette in hand. No better feeling
Outside water taps on the roof
In the living room smoke floats up to caress the ceiling
While the poet just sits. Aloof
Once upon a time…
In a land filled
with the greenest grass,
The pinkest flowers, and
the orangest oranges lived
the most caring woman
of all, she had
golden thread like hair,
The Most Beautiful Corpse
By Andres Catter
Dusk
In blood orange sunset, vines crept like snakes
As Prince Phillip pushed through the thicket of thorns
Once upon a night of old,
in a land of blood and kings.
A scheming peincess laid still and cold,
her people like puppets on strings.
Little by little she had plotted it out,
