Her face buried in soil
Lamp shining from Hell above
Smell of printed blood and time
Slipping away
Tons of soil
Bred from keyboards and
Fruitless knowledge
Eaten to disappear
Unseen maggots eating away
Flesh not heard
Help
Unnoticed, turned away
Choked with tears
Leaving that tinted land and
Onto the ledge
Step over. Breathe.
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