green moss
Wandering soul perched on the green moss on the brown stairs leading to depths of the pond floating blue water lilies flaunting wide green leaves failing to cover up the sordid tales beneath muddy waters that seeped into the lungs putting out the silken dreams unmasked the threads those long and slippery ones that tore and tied her legs too those half baked stories those venomous snakes that glided and writhed the pristine white robe floated clinging to algae shards of broken heart pierced on to the onlookers the black conscience warped in orange lies soul loomed above cracked and dried longing for the wet warmth of the swollen body that succumbed searching for unfailing friends weeping womb the deep waters filled up the crevices with wet and windy sins to ripple into whirlwind to slip away into orbit of blissful abyss soulful slumber of no more empty lifeless lifetimes