Freed Catacomb

A Poem by Onoma

A skull gets fleshed

out by the light of day.

Selected by a freed

catacomb.

Neglecting eyes, that

may pass you on the

street.

© 2025 Onoma

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Added on October 9, 2025
Last Updated on October 9, 2025

Author

Onoma

NY