The stench of death all around her,
teasing her,
tickling her tongue,
making her shiver with anticipation

Her reflection between the water lilies
someone she had once known
or feared
staring back at her

As the lake touches her vibrant skin
the voices pulling her deeper in
forfeit futures made undone
filled with sacrifice of years to come

She kisses the ground one last time
hums along with the waters chime
sinks quietly into the awaiting dome
devours the devourer, becoming one

Saw this picture and was immediately inspired. Somewhat fictional, somewhat personal.
– Malicia Frost


About Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.
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4 Responses to Narcissa

  1. johncoyote says:

    I have enjoyed your poetry. You are a amazing storyteller. Thank you.

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  2. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Amazing poetry by a talented storyteller and writer. Please read and enjoy.

    Liked by 1 person

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