Apocalypse Ii

Night was drowsy and opiated, Hollow moon suspended,exfoliated Over the spiraled staircases, Blood drips chaotic from anemic faces. I can hear the dismal cacophony.. Girls, gaunt cheeks, bones scrawny wobbling in perpetual hysteria, Clock of apocalypse ticks, Mamma mia! Life is a kaleidoscope made By a magician and it is said That he knows the secret of death Like me, you and Sylvia Plath. Enter the 'Eight word challenge -4' Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Hamilton RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY 09/16/2017