Laser eyesight
cuts through cliches
spreading selfless kisses
along my path..
...understanding the need
for touch and emotion
painted behind the image
of a stranded farm
bearing corn in its womb.
I tremble at the severe cold
settling in the rusty houses
where I smell the birth of spring
but as I sadly breathe in
I feel my body shudder.
~Carcass~
picked from corn fields
moving towards trash.
My life painted in one hope
and then came the toxic nightmare
written like unnecesary words
striked from a piece of art.
~no dreams unfold
as beautifully as my death~
Author notes
prompt: toxic butterfly
Killed by the pesticides in the corn field. Just another victim of poison.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow...
this is amazing.. great job here..
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-Lemon Bee-

