Tuesday, March 15, 2016

SWIRLING ANGER




The skies open up,
Releasing pent-up anger.
Tears of revenge,
Falling in hail drops.
Flying creatures from hell,
Dipping low to catch victims.
Clouds swirl around the heavens,
Mopping up the bloody damage.
When will this all end?
What will happen to our town?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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