A former shell of herself
she is trapped on the shores of waiting
with the menagerie of nameless

manifestations experiencing distortion
dry flesh in torrential rains
sleep without dreams

in a heavy air that cannot be smelt
but heard is the deafening echo of her heartbeat
in an atmosphere full of her self doubt

lovers might approach, if she could be seen
but night falls and her legacy fades
into the morning light

-L.J. Lenehan-

Portrait by: http://maramattiaart.blogspot.ie/2008_10_01_archive.html
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