FICTIOUS FACES

A baby tear,

Dropped in an ocean of loud whispers,

The rib to whom i leaned on,

Washed by thoughts fashioned by cracking crowns,

From memory ego fades,

Drawn to dawn-less dusk,

Her face a work of fiction,



Bound by the allure,

I sympathize with i,

For the serpent lays her eggs in beauty,

Her fangs clout in twinkling eyes,

Her face a work of fiction,



I retire to the skies,

To the comfort of ink,

As i muse on the thick wonders of her face,

I cease to think,

For all awhile,

Her face a work of fiction,

The lie that betrays most men