tyranny
blinded by the ghost of an isthmus,
dark eyes fed upon
your laugh
like a poison
to surge, the chill
when you look at me;
the dust of the horizon
shapes cruelty.
Reaped in the quiet
like a violent beast
as solitude precedes
covering the ashes
blistering on the pale shore
this void of pure;
an absence that lies
across the pond,
a path of icy wind
and torrents
of tortured specters
in the sense of it
shivering upon flesh,
leaving traces and memories
mourning in the distance
dead full of sand,
flowers folding over in
the chaste of frost
furiously afraid,
pressing in subtleties
that still quiet
won’t die
from memory.
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8 responses to “Tyranny.”
Beautifully composed.
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I like your style! Very nice.
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I love this image, very evocative: “flowers folding over in/ the chaste of frost/ furiously afraid”
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Thank you!
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