I am going to keep going with kinda spoopy stuff until Halloween.
Your
own visage
foretells your demise.
Vile
incarnate robs
tombs for sustenance.
She's
gone, yet
her figure remains.
She sank into earth,
I sprinkled it over her,
yet now here she stands.
A
vital spark
free from flesh.
(Prompt by me)
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Your
own visage
foretells your demise.
Vile
incarnate robs
tombs for sustenance.
She's
gone, yet
her figure remains.
She sank into earth,
I sprinkled it over her,
yet now here she stands.
A
vital spark
free from flesh.
(Prompt by me)
Photo source
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