Clockwork Madness
By lupus tenebrae
Thoughts
race by;
unchecked and
blurry, flesh-wounds
shone glistening in
a dim-lit bedroom, shame
compounding at the door 'til
it's neck deep fathom threatens to
swallow the whole of my form. Silence,
once driven from my airspace, returns; bra-
zen and vengeful, ruthless vaccuum replacing
the madness that stirred like clockwork beneath night's veil.
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Copyright 2016 lupus tenebrae
Published on Thursday, January 21, 2016.
Filed under: "Structured" and
"Poetry"