Satan-scarlet in collagen topsoil.
Tectonic plows cut dermal fjord-furrows.
desert-cracked fingers irrigated,
turned sticky swampland, fed by newfound red
waterfall through hanging forest. Seeps in
to snow-socked footlands, freezes, goes from
red to purple to brown, cracks like glaciers.
Geyser cap returns by degrees, river dries.
Pressure builds, heat again, the earth calls out
roar of wind from somewhere distant, maelstrom.
Tempest comes with deluge, iron canyon
made river once more. Vitae field wiped
barren. Until wicked itch rises to
drive down keratin cleavers once again.
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Author:
Bigguy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2023 12:23
- Comment from author about the poem: An itchy little sonnet.
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