Perfect Inhumanity

Ticker tape life into a single frame Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave To find unified understanding is what the species craves Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons Ticker tape life into a single frame Darkness and misery secreted from disdain All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to the original author. © Alisha Groves