Set Her Free
By E.S. Wynn
When you see the love in her eyes, you notice also the death there. You can’t help it. It seethes behind dull color, cold, soul deep.
When she smiles, you see it again in the soft curves of her lips, the new lines, creases that weren’t there yesterday. Every move she makes comes stiff, labored, like the onset of rigor mortis, every touch– ice.
Let her go. Set her free
Before all that was once beauty
Turns to rot.
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E.S. Wynn believes in zombies, vampires, good women and other fantasy creatures.
By E.S. Wynn
When you see the love in her eyes, you notice also the death there. You can’t help it. It seethes behind dull color, cold, soul deep.
When she smiles, you see it again in the soft curves of her lips, the new lines, creases that weren’t there yesterday. Every move she makes comes stiff, labored, like the onset of rigor mortis, every touch– ice.
Let her go. Set her free
Before all that was once beauty
Turns to rot.
- - -
E.S. Wynn believes in zombies, vampires, good women and other fantasy creatures.
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