Aug 10

The rotted woman I saw in my dream

Her body jerked in sudden,
abrupt,
movements.
Her hair was dark and long,
thin,
strands.
The eyes of someone lost,
gone,
dead,
glared with their hard white,
shells,
open.
Her dress was shredded,
stained,
worn,
and the scent of a corpse,
living,
walking,
bled into her deadly aura.
Teeth,
gritting.
A once so delightful grin,
cold,
rotted.