The Restless Poet

Petals plucked
from the white flesh,
pasted to the frosted sockets,
carved into the colorless bone, evanesce.

The pallid, bald-faced mask
abstractly corners
the hollow gaze
atop paper feathers of stone.

Nightfall gathers,
the profane pages
of blood debt bleed ink,

etching a shadowed silhouette
that mutes the sorrowed voices
echoing behind the white-washed walls
and haunted embodied stares.