Submissions by Sathyamarie

Barbs and molten stones
Cinders, kohl and languid bones
Stench of blood burning
Echos of death moaning
Blood seeping eyes
Letting out silent cries
A wasteland of death
Nothing lives on this earth
Feet burning, she walks alone
This is where, she calls it home

Make your rapids and your falls,
Your foamy ripples, your frothy walls,
Mark your course, gather your run,
Crush those rocks, one by one.
Spread yourself across the plains,
Gently flowing, into land's veins,
Gather your strength, amass the streams, Overflow, and into my dreams.
My brackish waves, they grow so wild,
Ever waiting, your swollen ride,
For all your journey, don't dry don't thin,
Even for a trickle, come fill me in