- Vol. 03
- Chapter 08
Image by Jean Cooke
Still Shot
I see the sorrow in your eyesbleeding melted pastel
you are the canvass of my nightmare visions
You are the haunted huntress
always in sadness
a captured frame that won’t evolve
I taste the sickness as you worry
spoiled colors cancel
you are wasted innocence that drains in waves
You are the fatalistic flood
ever an illusion
a broken moment that can’t be saved