it was no more a cozy fireplace

it was no more a cozy fireplace
wartime sparkling
in a place of no importance
amongst men in arms

there was no softening
of psychotic ire
suicidal interruption
spoke another language

life is cheap in steep alleys
where chosing side
often overwhelms you
with visions of extinction
with a smell salt

harbinger of dark bones
dances madly under moon
on drenched streets
not knowing
where all is gone




Short story by Bob
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Written on 2014-04-11 at 19:02

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