Maps in Her Wrists and Arms
Whispers of Decay and Resilience: Maps in Her Wrists and Arms
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In the tent of powder and lace
In a space adorned with powder and lace
Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand
Vultures scavenge a corpse provided by hand
Longing to decay
Aching for deterioration
Waits to hear the sound
Awaits the anticipation of hearing the wings
Of their wings slowly heave as they fly away
As the wings slowly lift, creating a departing sound
Some will stay for days
Some vultures linger for an extended period
There's maps in her wrists and arms
Symbolic maps are etched in her wrists and arms
And the dust lies like snow around the bed
Dust settles like snow around the bed
Glowing white, a sculpture of bone
Illuminated in white, a skeletal sculpture
Or a jewel like a crumpled, distorted moon
Comparable to a jewel, resembling a crumpled, distorted moon
Shivers in her mind
Trembles within her thoughts
If she moves too near
If she approaches too closely
It shatters so quickly, leaves nothing behind
It breaks swiftly, leaving nothing in its wake
The old lady sighs
An elderly woman expresses a sigh
Sometimes when she lifts her eyes
Occasionally, when she raises her gaze
The room has filled with flowing sheets of silk
The room is filled with cascading sheets of silk
There's maps in her wrists and arms
Symbolic maps are etched in her wrists and arms
And the morphine surges terror bread and bliss
Morphine induces a surge of terror, nourishment, and ecstasy
In the tent of powder and lace
In the space adorned with powder and lace
She can hear some violins, watches the strings
She perceives the sound of violins, observing the strings
Threading through the room
Weaving through the room
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