Grey and tangled


    they swing


    the dried-out husks


    Of careless shadows


    now swaying in the breeze.


    The soft skittering


    sound of their bodies


    brushing each other


    as they shiver


    and shake


    on a wayward breeze


    is the only murmur


    that remains


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    while she dreams


    and waits


    in the center of the tangle,


    ready with yet another noose.


    She watches her victims,


    drifting on the wind,


    swinging, swinging


    until they are cut free


    from the gallows of silk,


    hanging broken and bloodless,


    a desiccated, hollow promise


    of what tomorrow


    might have been.