Tuesday 9 November 2010

Early Morning Murder

At school,
a beacon of
loathed radiance.

Her words ruthlessly
scathed
A windy tornado, drew a shriek.

Whipping
and
Whirling

Caught in the creek.

Hands
of wire.
Consume the
victim.
Prosperous eyes as bright as
the moon.

The crystal fields
loom and judge her.

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