Sunday, February 16, 2014

Four Corners and Two Sides.

That glimpse of burning Despise--
broiled Her small little piece of living Meat--
turning It into ashes.
She's now just that discrete dust particles
dwelling with other microscopic particles--
lifeless and misguided
waiting to be brushed away 
by the loathsome and sickening 
so-called Godly hand of Yours.
And She can only spill this 
on that four corners and two sides sheet.
Sad story.

p/s: I was listening to Four Corners and Two Sides by Sleeping With Sirens while writing this poem. Haha. 

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