Rage
On a night poured by gush of words
Roasted lips flame with charred ash
Shrills exploding like molten rods---
Until winds play a dulcet tune
In a time of ripped anguish,
Healing fervent breath of affection,
Unrequited.
For Brian Strand
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2019
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