Withered hearts

withered hearts

Withered hearts
etch their wounds
indelible
and worn,
terrible
they scorn,
with bitterness
they bring
their harsh caress
to sting.

Haunted ghosts
carve their steps
louder
ever grating
suffocate
they gather,
bleeding eyes
that stare,
vacant cries
despair.

Faded skins
cracked to parched
flaking
peel away
making
carrion prey,
to the touch
decay
sifting dust
remains.

© Emma Calder

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