Poetry

Risen

dragonink90

Morning breeze parts the motes

Over the bed

Leaving the figure breathing

Even air, eyelids flutter as lungs fill.

Cobwebs act as puppet strings

Under the withered arms

Lifting the figure’s frame,

Enticing it to live once more.

 

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Published by dragonink90

I'm a writer of MG and YA fiction, and also a poet. The Origin Stone, my YA speculative fiction novel, is available from Nuff Said Publishing.