Twisted Trigger
The lies have infiltrated,
By way of a single spec of dust.
Now the infamous Monster begins,,
Searches through out every crevice,
It has taken a solid hold.
The appearance of inflammation
turns quickly into a spiteful rage.
Lava like substance begins to,
worm slowly from my eyes and ears.
Though out of my mouth,
The raging lava flows crudely,
With projectile vomiting,
Precisely aiming with purpose.
M. Lyn Church
June
Copyright © Lyn Church | Year Posted 2016
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