Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Assassins

They attack like gremlins pillaging and tattering
all the pages of this story.
They gnaw and scratch the foundation of the staggering
structures conceived only as thoughts.
And everything crumbled into an abysmal little
dedication of belief and little glory.
And it stuck out in sour bricks upon a salty earth
that already suffered through plots.
Stories of sickness spit out from the mouth of
full grown screamers, bleeding and glory.
Stories of lost woods and fractured sticks and 
twigs imitating ugly flowers in feeble pots.
These gremlins snickered all snide, and grinned in disgusting little biting smiles before they died just like the earth they had killed.

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