Stories , Poems, and More By A.M. Moscoso


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Her face is a mask

painted on

with a shaking hand

her heart pumps wine, not blood

the years

have not been kind

to her.

Bitter and mean

youth has left her

a graceless cadaver.


She coughs and she hacks

a cigarette in her hand

she’s  used up and spent

twisted and bent

waiting for life

to knock on her door









One thought on “Song of The Graceless Cadaver

  1. Delyn Merce says:

    WOW Wow wow–this is too good.

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