deepundergroundpoetry.com

Scuttle



Sisters, spin and plunge. This
morass home breaks.

Sisters, we pray. Fold
our hands, pat and stroke.

Dwindled and fragmented, we
invoke Him.

Domine Deus Omnipotens in Cuius
Manu Omnis Victoria Consistit

We behold a stir; a scent of
sweet breath threads the air.

Sisters, scurry, hurry. A
scrape enkindles our thirst.

Sisters! She comes closer,
ever closer. Betimes we sup.
Written by Atakti
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 8 reading list entries 1
comments 10 reads 907
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 1:10pm by Hellarchy
COMPETITIONS
Today 12:50pm by Northern_Soul
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:27pm by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Today 5:49am by eswaller
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 10:01pm by Anne-Ri999
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 9:23pm by SweetKittyCat5