Saturday, August 25, 2012

Poison

Falling out of her mouth
it rips
me and
the pieces
curl on the pavement
burning without flame
writhing as they
shrink down
into specks
of ash
swept away with
one breath

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ooh, purple! Definitely not purple prose though.
That must have been one nasty comment to have a poem written about it. I hope it wasn't directed at you. Great imagery! (NJ)