Rust-ruined Rivers

Written by: regina branham

When time has shifted
white gates lost
passion and
rust-ruined rivers
run before your door

false truths be thrown
to lie upon your floor
nasty, dead fish -
stink, as lies, no more.

Stenched karma from
which liars smell -
dipped in batter
deep fried in hell 

forehead branded 
recipes of blamed
lies, you deny-while your 
tongue chokes as
it swells

bones swallowed of
which fish you forgot
you had long ago caught;
truth's vapors seeping out 
your pores

rust-ruined rivers
rush in once more
as the sea greets the shore