Ashtray's Mistakes
--Ashtray's Mistakes--
Prehistoric defibrillating battlegrounds. The memorial, obviously unpleasant.
Entrapped in the know how, detrimental reimbursement.
Sundried; like the corpse of a moon bridge, fading away.
Tinfoil hats do no justice. Kin heart, rose defiled.
Disappointment, incomprehensible. Figurative…Imaginary. Could have been starstruck. Maybe fate decrees it so mortal.
Crumbled a lust, fragmented on shores of hatred.
Shivers graced goosebumps in the night. Fairy tale nonsense.
Ever met a court ruled drug addict? They are like Racoons in the ash tray.
Puppet strings, bare minimum.
Shattered in like the head mounts of a lobotomy.
Ice saw pack hence, suffocating screams intriguing the latter.
Mistakes, Miss Takes. Mrs. Takes…Vents face. Winding. Notion unparalleled. Bare night, a shovel. Two rags, pulling up the fences.
Time to run track. Faded into a haze of stardew. Gristle of nectar closing in.
Turn over the tide. Met with a seabreeze of defiled mannerisms, the flies equivalent.
Meticulous drooling hatred, seeping into the husks of tranquility. Indignant flesh craved. Utterly despised.
Lie on the back. Here comes the ashtray.
Rowdy like blood-soaked vengeance.
Heat albeit at a dismay, thoughts lay. Unprovoked, unsettled. Splitting image.
Reincarnate.
Copyright © Mr Pickles | Year Posted 2022
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