A cemetery; bathed in early morning sunlight in springtime.
A young girl; fey and virgin.
A red dress; clinging to slightly
sweat-coated skin.
Perfume; mingling with that scent, an
intoxicating blend of cherry blossom and musk.
Naked feet; with hallowed dirt smeared
between the toes.
Blonde hair; sun-bleached and
sleep-tangled.
Full lips; rosebuds slightly parted.
Countless bodies; in earthen tenements
underground.
Hands; held in a skeletal clutch, holding
nothing against an absence of a heart.
Death; waiting in the shadows, licking his
boney chops.
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