An indefinable malady
clutches each breath.
Welts hiss in rapport
with collective echoes
churning deep amidst
this abandoned emptiness.
A hollow substance
afraid to understand.
Saline rivers burn,
so damn them
I will...
~
|
An indefinable malady clutches each breath.
Welts hiss in rapport with collective echoes churning deep amidst this abandoned emptiness. A hollow substance so damn them
~
In a listA contest entry
Please tell me what you thinkComments
1 - 16 of 16
1 - 16 of 16
|
|
|
Our sites: Stories, Critical Poetry, Old Poetry, Quotes, Philosophy, Journals, Role-playing. © Social Design Poem History:
| |