.:The-Taste-Of-Monotony:.

[CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT]

.:The-Taste-Of-Monotony:.

Soft sleep grows
To paint her sides
A sickly mottled grey.

Bones that ache
Are thrust beneath
To hide another day.

Eyes are lifted
To the stars
Fired into holes.

Dreams are dank
A mouldy sigh
Stuck between the folds.

 

[katmeow]

Delicious imagery. Nice work on this one

It has a really world-weary feel about it.

 

[Dandy]

Beautiful,

like decisions made in the rain...

wrapped up so well.

 

[Raz]

I think I just figured out something else I really like about your writing...it's very difficult to write rhyming lines without it coming across as twee, but you do it all the time. Very talented.

 

[RareForm]

i agree with katmeow, great write.

 

[psycosynthesis]

Kudos!