The Murder
He clawed through her clothes like a tiger…..
He clawed through her clothes like a tiger…..
You are visual……
A flame of memories…….
Abandoned as daylight at evening……
The rehearsal of the vowels……
Your twilight began five years ago……
The echo of consonant sounds…….
Reading my poem……
You are a figure of speech…..
I make very small objects appear large…….
Hens chuckle…..
Evening…….
Detonate!………..
I am the ground upon which you uproot……….
A vagrant with ragged clothes all alone……..
Death……
At the beginning……
I am here and there……
“To break my heart, is to break it apart”……….
The tornado is like a top spinning…..