Skull

By Katelyn Weingart

Silence,


Nothing comes from the decayed mouth


Of this bony bodiless creature


Stripped of dignity.

 



Empty holes for eyes seem to stare eternally upwards


As if regretting a past event,


And somehow knowing it’s too late


To redo.


Uncontrollably voiceless,


It rests as a reminder


To all


Of our inexorable destiny.

 



Yellow chipped teeth forever lie


In a forced smile,

 



His true


Emotion

Trapped inside.