Wednesday, 22 February 2017

chaos

savage
expression
surrenders
to moments
of decay
which commence
with aged teeth
and maneuvers
its way to an inner
core of raw
bile

heightened
sensitivity bruises
a passion flower
in the similar circumstance
of skin being tortured
in a fashion where
forgiveness will never
be imminent

peel back
each glorious
petal down
to the eye 
of the flora 
– then carelessly
pluck at the lashes
until all that's left
is an obliterated
optic – that's suppose
to produce a seed
in order to diminish
any future abuse
-- to thrive in the sizzle
of an unforgiven
soleil