Goddess Kali's Revenge

Written by: Susan Mills

In life's surly tusks in the frost of high morn without sun's rays; yet,  the sky sheds sprinkled whispers of the day to become as a grizzly ray of scoped out hope in a hole of abysmal steely abyss as a meteorite's crater of earthy tones of red mud clay turned into heated golden bowls of fruit contained within.  To throw out over a mounatain top for Goddess Kali.  Three arms filled with arrows to dart back with boomerang like love into millenium's to surmise itself real-- as insanity envelopes and encompasses an out of touch reality in the arms of weeded truth!