Francesca Cabral

Death In Life - Poem by Francesca Cabral

"Actually, I'd rather not" I thought.
"Go through all that hassle for what? "
Nobody answered.
The chairs were empty and the phone line dead.
A cracked shell on a bed of feathers,
I heard the crickets sound.

A glistening pearl hung from the jewellery box,
reflecting the silver of the moon.
Icy winds, forced their way through the cracks
and I felt the cold seep slowly into my chest.
I'll never forget that night because of how empty it all seemed.
And you, you just walked right into my hole,
singing a song about life
watching my eyes for the shadows a tune.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

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