The quiet dark night was blanketed with the soft white touches of winter. Moms cold mattress stained with death void of warmth of her flesh, now discarded to the curb where dogs pee. A day and a night ago you existed for me, I held your hand as you sipped tea. A single dim lamp barely illuminated the tearful clown poster you loved. We emptied the small clean apartment as if you never lived there, everything is gone. Silence, nothingness, bare, lifeless, all you left is memories and tears.
Gold hues with soft laps from giving blue, spread out like fingers lay a low calm whisper its serenity, whistling peace through leaf and tree
I have lived this, bear the mark-blood to soil an arrow of rock stands in testament for mid-river fishing the row gathers as netted vine captures bounty so slow goes the bronzed one, setting fire upon glass we breathe deep in silhouette watching the magma shine fall to the past
Blight borne of ignorance from smokestack lightning carves desperation from new-found traditions
She act untouchable in her delusions of grandeur but the kinks in her armor are transparent. She lays wounded at the end of her own dagger And needs not another drawn upon her in the slaughter especially by a family member or a significant other. I did however came to find and did discover Her heart and mind burned asunder In the flame of her former lover. I however, of her kin and kind was witness to her sin and sinister grin during the times of her crime time and again. I was offered no quarter Throughout the...