The thinly placed veneer
braces against the surging
creature caged beneath,
running its claws along the porcelain.
Screeching the omen of the fracture.
The breach is gradual,
veiled to the naked eyes.
It peeks the shell, smirking,
prepared to take the world
ripe for the wrecking.
And it will rampage
for suns and moons
paralyzing and threatening,
rendering one insomnious
for its own unknown glee.
'Til someone chains the brute,
buries it back in the deep
sealing it in layers of lacquer
to conspire anew
to deteriorate life.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
