Silent Killers

She sighs

As starless skies

Dull, bleak and faded

like soot with humid air

Close in on her

Blinding fog

Which Smells of

burnt autumn leaves…

Chokes

Songs of spring

Haunt like

Memories of yore

Each time she breathes

Something inside her dies

For her thoughts

Are laden

with past regrets

Every breath is torture

Untill she forgets

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