By: Hunter Christian
Patchwork fare
Indigo thread dangling low
A tawdry affair
Reaping retribution sown
Killing Hunter shot dead knot one but two
Lowly boy’s turning indigo too
A screaming voice screams “Go, go go!”
Lifeless stare
No one cares
Dead eyes deathly shone
Blackened pear
Bruised down to her bones
Skin too fair to share, to bare
Just an indigo thread left to tear
“Go!”
Too many untruths told
If only half weren\'t so
At least his half-truths sold
Bore her lifeless indiglow
An honesty’s measured cold
Washed out to sea by a cruel undertow
Her body so far gone
Needn’t now to scream, “Go!”
Seascape, sunshine rapes, a helpless Dawn
“Go!”