War
A crash.
A bang.
A thump.
Blood flows out of his eye socket,
Dripping down his cheeks,
Onto the muddy banks beneath.
A crash.
A bang.
A thump.
Staring down at the mangled corpses,
A strangled cry escapes her lips,
Mixing with the wails of pain and misery.
A crash.
A bang.
Silence.
YOU ARE READING
Words of Ink
PoetryOne word. I fell in your trance, sucked into your inky depth. Two words. You drew me in, my attention rapt. Three words. I laughed, I cried, I knew Four words. that you were just a word of ink. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~...
