Vampire (poetry) II 2019

Original art and photography by Robyn Eggs

Slipping solitude in a basket
Wove veins around my alone
I’m lying dead in my casket
Through which light once shone

The sun sets behind the grave
Blood stirs as my heart is excited
The twisting night I must brave
So my sense of perception is heightened

Wandering through the rippled scents
Within the cold, dark air
My existence represents
A harbored evil’s lair

Retaining my lucid skin
For all of time
My sickly body thin
I am a mute, a mime

I feed like the vulture
On only the dead
Their flesh a sculpture
Where I dig my head

Stumbling on through the night
I sense the dawn rising
I give myself to the light
And turn to dust realizing

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Straight from an 80s womb, Robyn Eggs breaks the mold with her abstraction and appreciation for even the littlest of things. Her unique eye captures a different point of view. Take a trip into another dimension, or just peer through the portals, as Robyn Eggs provides a treat for the Third Eye.
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**Original photography and graphics by Robyn Eggs Photography

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