Her eyes dash towards the sight line rust A static human current motioning away She, a rose so red the pigment bleeds Ten harpy songs arranged in order of chaos
By Broke Poet7 years ago in Poets
Smoldering dawn, arise from the sickened bedpost I lay wet in your unfolding demeanor Guide yourself over the pastures of something new and abused
New jackals Romp and tear the global flesh Peer down the sight line An agenda mowing over the innocent While multitudes chatter and become trivialized secondaries