Woods Are Dark
Woods are dark
Woods are dark with owls
chatting to the black cats
stabbing through the point
of a sliced blood burble cloak
reddishly drying to the dye of shades
iron dust fleeing paths
that deepens in its fleshy stretching’s
and in tearing drupelets slashing ways
deepening its slowing movement
to the halt of bone screeching remarks
pumping and feeding desperation
where tense is crumbling
to be dispersed in floating tragedy infested
eye missing craters
leaving scopes out there bareeeeee
and time loosing in space travel raids
and cats being black, hiding night
escapades of carnival
-by Jaro T
Copyright © Jaro Tomko | Year Posted 2018
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