Dark tones
spread out
over her body,
her mind,
her feelings
kept close,
and flesh tears
from bones,
as it spreads
and decays,
and all that is
left is what she
dreams,
yes, what she
dreams in the flow,
down to the river
to wash her soul,
down, down,
with her flesh
hanging from
her bones,
as the dark tones
brood across
the moonlit scene,
and she waits,
and she waits
for her soul
to be clean.

 

23/8/2023