pebble shiny laden ghost mingled blisters gasping vanishing empty scatter forest shadows
Trying to Hide
Laying upon the pebble strewn ground
laden with mosses and insects abound
The ghost of the woman gasping for air
Shiny, gold glitter shine in her hair
Dark lonely shadows scatter then rest
On the cold, empty ground of the deepest forest
Vanishing lines mingled in with the air
Blisters still bursting, don’t give a care
©2024 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
I love the mystery and atmosphere. ❤️
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very good use of these words…
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Ouch! I could see this one clearly and it makes me think one moment she was washed up on the shore dead and the next she is just taking a break to let her blistered feet rest!
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I think I pictured more of a woman, like sleeping beauty, laying somewhere…but that is the beauty of poetry right?
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