Toxic Ashes
Toxic ashes
and it's spit.
The crimson blood
of nuclear pits.
The deformities;
the tremors
of your hate of life.
Your canister has ruptured
and your corpse will burn
with the rest of us.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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