A.E. Rivenbark Poet Free verse

F5

A tornado barreling down
the dark alley of the hallway
Then shredding down the stairs
Half drunk and crazed with blood lust
And sheer want 
Fur and claws turned 
Into velvet touches 
Before the winds 
Wrap around in a choking embrace
Hooking onto the now damp wool
Coats of Robin’s long lost
Merry man who have strayed
Into the path of destruction
With howling winds 
The cyclone raises them 
Like spirits from the grave
Into the air they twirl
Before being cast to the ground
Like broken rag dolls
And in the aftermath 
Nothing is left but
Heaving hearts and chests
And the clothes torn 
From their backs

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Richard Lamoureux April 12, 2014 at 1:47 PM This made me imagine the Tazmanian Devil from the old Looney Toons Cartoons.

Paul Callus April 12, 2014 at 7:52 AM Ravage and destruction by F5 tornado, personified and linked to a shallow abuser who leaves pain and helplessness in his wake. // a very strong write. // paul