combed through oceans of ghosts
washing my lashes in a hot bath
Of red glass
& yet the pale breeze of a drowsy mist
long since burned out by sirens fingers
& an angry woe, braids talons into fairy tales;
words woven into headstones
branded on black hearts in litanies of decaying lore
it’s for this game of thrill & hide & seek
the dark blue & dumb hunt loves lie
with open arms, dusted to that dead pile
of ruined smiles
a maze that curls a thousand miles
words = samantha lucero 2016 ©
image = not mine.
samantha lucero 
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