Temporary shutdown.

They roll off her tongue,
the rolling rhythms.
Much like a predator on the run,
from museums of collisions  
 
STOP!
            I WONT.
YOU MUST STOP.
                                NO!
 
Her mouth spews putrid sounds.
Reminds me of falling Dominoes
or very scary clowns,just come out.
 
Her lips are cruise ships or boats.
It doesn't matter what ocean is willing
to hold.
As long as it stays afloat.
 
BUT WAIT!
NO! I WONT.
 
Her feet firmly grounded,
like a "Quality Street" box just opened.
 
The veil leaves a trail.
She's waiting for an up-rising
 
A restful sleep, between hardened sheets? Heavy feet has beaten the charm out of this peculiar,pretty white deciet.
 
A restful sleep, farewell.
A blackened speech,to be remembered
and not dismembered.
For this is a sacrificial offering showdown,
that's not been shutdown.
 
A temporary shutdown of darkness.
Again.
She will lead the way.
 
 
 
 
 
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