buried in fever
buried in pain
dragging her feet through the mud
—–in the rain
her toes digging slowly
hands shrouded in shame
while the hum of
humanity
dulls in her veins
–flesh peeling
flesh crying
flesh tired and stiff
and a still-beating heart
black and hungry
for death
Undead by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
Artwork: Smoke by Jumpstick
after the war
I buried my eyes
-in the stones
-in the sky
where her blue body lies
—
They draped her in petals
as white as the moon
to soften the sins
that
leak–
—from her wounds
—-
her secrets
smell pinkish
like strawberry wine
but
I see
the foul rot
that will
cloak her
in time
With the Princess by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
I know that we have been out of commission lately! Meaghan, unfortunately, is no longer able to contribute time to the blog , and I have been extremely busy with work, school, and my wedding! We do, however, have a few special Halloween pieces prepared that we’d like to share.
I will be back and updating regularly in December if not sooner!
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