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The Blue Skull – Answer to a challenge


There was a challenge on tumblr to make a poem about this print. This is my entry.

The Blue Skull

In the mud

of a hollow well, my bones

rotting lie

in the darkness of the day

Black bugs crawl

through the digits of my toes

digging holes

in the place where flesh once lay


glowing walls

dampened by the morning dew

sunlight stabs

through the socket of my eye

my vomer

shadowed with a light of blue

Skull aglow

reflecting the open sky


You are earth

moss-wrapped logs your arms and legs.

Curling mists

from your lung’s hollow caves rise

sparkling stars

dimly glimpsed through vaults of bone

pinprick thoughts

sparkling high across the skies


Light-less is

the heart cavern of your chest

rising up

and falling with every breath

Muddy ground

is the skin that forms your breast

cruel time

counts the moments til your death.


About rozzychan

Rosalyn Hunter is the principal writer on the series Lunatics. Please support us. http://lunatics.tv


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