by Shan Ellis

Found herself writing nosense
night draped around shoulders
shuddering demise of warmth
in aching fingers, blue from effort

muses gave up, packed in
looked for keyholes to peer
through by moons sallow
snickering lightfuckery

found herself writing shite
wondering where the line
and time had flown
wasting it on idiotic musings

old fashioned crimson ink
seeped into multiple pages
sliced, scratched drawn
without craftsmanship or thought

found herself wasting life
grasping onto the others green
venting emptiness
in a soundless scream

dregged coffee cold
succubus pokes her spine
bound leather parchment
cold lump in throat

in that moment
biting her bottom lip
like the lost girl who lived
she feels a failure

©Shan Ellis

Bio: 
Making sense of the world by writing it down, thirty something year old published author and poet Shan Ellis follows her feet and the rhythms of this world, and is happiest exploring it with her two young children…

Website: 
After the Darkness Falls and  Repressed Soul

Twitter: 
@Awdures 

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