It was a night of sulking darknesses
there in the distance, clouds thunder
raining tears down the shanties
crickets scratch the silences elsewhere
as winds bring the smell of ash home
in their thousands, mayflies clash
for a swab at an orb
hung hazy into the shadows
canoodling the trees
foreboding come thoughts clouding
the morning after, the stairs are awash
in swarms of broken wings
and shattered dreams
a newspaper's thrown across
there are deaths:
heaving at the heart.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
It was a night of sulking darknesses
there in the distance, clouds thunder
raining tears down the shanties
crickets scratch the silences elsewhere
as winds bring the smell of ash home
in their thousands, mayflies clash
for a swab at an orb
hung hazy into the shadows
canoodling the trees
foreboding come thoughts clouding
the morning after, the stairs are awash
in swarms of broken wings
and shattered dreams
a newspaper's thrown across
there are deaths:
heaving at the heart.
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