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From Beneath the Tomb
Past the high-staked
fence.
Deep into the
cemetery.
I walk.
Twisted frozen arms
dangle below the tree,
Gently scraping,
As winter winds blow,
and their icy leaves
brush against the cold
slabs.
Numb and tired,
I stop to rest
against the hard
surface,
And feel the warming sensation
creep throughout my body
As the heat rushes
from the
tombstone.
-Kim Elizabeth
Immortalized Goddess
A dark shadow
Painting the Goddess
intensely.
Fingertips stained
with gold and violet,
from glorious mane
and long flowing skirts.
Lingering,
passionate strokes
outlining the delicate curves
of her supple body.
Feverishly enamored
with this vision
before him.
Her cobalt blue eyes
began to sparkle,
like a thousand chips
of shattered ice.
Rising from the canvas,
She put her lips to his.
-Kim Elizabeth
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