The Lost Lives of Ms M Kind

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The fog rises over the graveyard

As ancient tombstones reveal hidden secrets beneath

The lost lives of Ms M Kind

News about the way she died

The ground where people stood and people cried

Then the sun rises and the ghosts of the night burn away

Creeping back into their shadowy depths

The nights tendrils losing their icy grip as the day is born

Then there is you

Your fingers fill me and I breach my limits

Time moves fast and slow all at once

Minutes blur and seconds become hours

The climax has come at last

You move me like a hot knife through butter

And I melt into the darkness

Joining Ms M Kind

And I lose all power

To change my mind

As ashes fall to the ground

Published 5 years ago

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