What are we without our faces?
Without our distinctive features.
No eyes to see the morning sun.
No mouth to sing a lullaby.
No nose to smell baking cookies.
We would be mere strokes of color.
A dripping rainbow of hues.
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Thursday, May 26, 2016
Monday, May 16, 2016
PUDDLES OF CRIMSON
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Shades of red fall from the sky,
Reaching the ground in puddles of crimson.
Footsteps of The Dead linger around Oasis.
Taking their victims in their mighty thrall.
Red keeps falling from the darkening sky.
Covering the grass and trees with its hue.
My face burns hot from its touch.
My heart beats blood in quickening tempo.
The Dead are tracking me through the woods.
I will be one with them all too soon.
THE DEAD GAME
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