Thursday, 5 February 2015

Tragedy

Tragedy

An epidemic of malice
The moist skin of orange frogs
Acid rain in churning hurricanes
Ladders and ropes 
Venomous snakes on royal cushions
Lone tunnels humming of runaway trains.

Words fleeing before they're written
Poisoned apples from fairy tales
Inky bottomless pools
Floods devouring barren mountains
Fires swaying to the beats of dry leaves
The company of stubborn fools

She seemed indestructible, refused to die of the above
So he killed her himself, killed her with love.