Today Is Sublime
Today is sublime…
Tearing at the flesh of yesterday,
falling, asynchronous, in the hour of ruin.
Screams dissolve into crimson flow;
mechanical men guard in smoky rows;
demons tempt with savory sins
as frozen smiles reflect from the hell
within the tides of murky waters.
My eyes burn. My throat swells.
My spirit’s scarred from restraint…
Today is sublime…
Sucking at the marrow of the absolved,
sinking, prisoners smell burnt flesh
and quiver with fright,
choking on the sinew and stench.
Screams sear in crimson rooms,
seducing the rabid dogs
from the depths of dank tombs.
My eyes burn. My throat swells.
My spirit’s scarred from restraint…
Today is sublime…
In the misty garden, we slither…let’s celebrate.
**Heavy Metal Music
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/8/13
for Nette Onclaud’s Groove It! Contest
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