that hour is black
it is the hour to singe clothes, arsonists
the hour to burn houses and towns
that hour for children
to bolt from their swing sets for cover
the hour to board up windows
girls with guns
pistols in sweaty palms
deliberately weaponizing silence
that hour is red
a baleful war fought with ****** fists
sanguine faces flushed
that hour for isolation to prevail
to spread and slither into the crevices
the hour to bathe in ***** waters
cleanliness is seen as abrasiveness
shadows of girls with guns
vile offspring with foul mouths
that hour is emerald green
months fly past like moths
roots sprout with intensity
that hour for desperation
the hour for skeletons to roam
piles of revengeful bones
the flies are swarming
on corpses
the hour is black in shadows
red in ****** waters
emerald green in dying beginnings
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 6:35 PM UTC
that hour is black
it is the hour to singe clothes, arsonists
the hour to burn houses and towns
that hour for children
to bolt from their swing sets for cover
the hour to board up windows
girls with guns
pistols in sweaty palms
deliberately weaponizing silence
that hour is red
a baleful war fought with ****** fists
sanguine faces flushed
that hour for isolation to prevail
to spread and slither into the crevices
the hour to bathe in ***** waters
cleanliness is seen as abrasiveness
shadows of girls with guns
vile offspring with foul mouths
that hour is emerald green
months fly past like moths
roots sprout with intensity
that hour for desperation
the hour for skeletons to roam
piles of revengeful bones
the flies are swarming
on corpses
the hour is black in shadows
red in ****** waters
emerald green in dying beginnings
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