The storm
carves a hell
in any language
through any wall
In comes
that beast of mine
on a trolley of light
and I
in a gown of marble
believe this
is a dream
the fantasy of a sleeping fuckwad
even as death
rattles in my throat
October 25, 2020
Day 25 of 31
Magnetic Poetry pull prompt: beast, believe, dream, fuckwad, gown, hell, language, light, marble, storm, trolley walk.
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