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karmichorror — A Specter in the Fold
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Published: 2024-02-01 03:18:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 533; Favourites: 6; Downloads: 3
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Her spreadsheets bleed with crimson ink, not red,But shadows cast from eyes too full of night.
She stumbles through the motions, half-alive,
A marionette with strings of fading light.
He sees himself, once trapped in leaden halls,
A ghost of youth with dreams consumed by fog,
His gaze a mirror to the pit she falls,
His heart a drum against the coming throb.
He speaks of deadlines, targets, missed by miles,
His voice a lifeline tossed to stormy seas,
But laughter's echo drowns his desperate wiles,
A bitter bloom upon her broken ease.
He offers tools, a map from tangled wood,
His solace forged in fires of his own,
But empty eyes refuse the proffered good,
His solace turned to ash, and hope flown.
He watches now, a sentinel in dread,
His steps confined by duty's iron cage,
The ticking clock a knell within his head,
A chilling chorus on a desolate stage.
One dawn he finds her desk a vacant shell,
The spreadsheets ghosts, the chair a hollow ache,
A paper swan, where life and breath once fell,
A final poem, a whisper he can't break.
He reads the lines, each one a jagged shard,
A tapestry of scars upon the page.
His gaze drifts closed, but sleep evades his hold,
The ghost of her, a specter in the fold.
