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[CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT]

.: Rust :.

.: Rust :.

She wanders through
A sickened twist
Of coloured rotting tin.

Her eyes are often failing
She reaches hard within.

Pulling free
A moulded heart
Held fast within her ribs.

A rounded yawn
Of gaping flesh
Panting hard to live.

 

[RareForm]

I like the personification in this one..great job COTB.

Keep up the good writing!