No more life

 

 

Dark crimson

Red,

Some black

Some bluish pigments

Spots she had.

 

She lied there

Unmovable

Untreatable

Unused,

Outguessed

Remains

The reason of her

Such state,

Remains

In her

Solid cold bones.

 

Her pink turned black lips

Her brown caramel eyes

Her breathless

Noiseless

Motionless

Lifeless

Body.

 

 

Unmovable

Unseen

Reason of her

Present state,

Unknown.

 

Only some dripping hot blood

Shows

That before a while

She was movable

Treatable

Worth guessed

Outraged.

 

Why?

 

No one knows

No one guesses

No one feels

No one shows

No one tries

No one wants

No one does

No one does know

 

No one

 

 

Except that

She will never return

Ever.

 

 

© 2012

 

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This post was an answer to the daily prompt, “http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/11/30/daily-prompt-imitationflattery/” ie, copying your favorite blogger style of writing! Woof! Cool right?

Not likely. Trying to imitate someone, but not losing your own style, however, your style must not overlap your inspirations…Woof! Too much to handle!

So, one of my favorites and the one who I never though I could copy, the free verse writer  THE NAUGHTY POET, (http://thenaughtypoet.wordpress.com/) is imitated here by me . Hope its not too bad. Would love to hear from my inspiration himself, as well as my lovely friends.

 

 

Thank you!

Enjoy!