Shirked Impasse

Flecks of spittle dance from
her tongue as she beckons me closer,
eyes reddened and raging.

There’s a salvo of flowers
clustered against a stream which
bubbles and spits.

A dog yaps with irritation
at the solipsism of his
lonely wanders.

A bomb goes off
and the silence
falls like
dust that
dies
on
us

#365DaysOfPoetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s