withering mind

the mind’s not so much exciting
as it was enticing.
death guised as mystery;
withering in the wind.
closed eye,
withering sight
calling out to fallen angels;
from brown to grey to red
the mind bleeds out.
withering roots
taking hold of what’s left;
rather what’s there.

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