7:45 pm, Sunday, 4th June
and in the shadows there's a violent storm brewing –
wherein ghosts surrender to a darkness that puts fire
into their hollow chests and blank eyes.
there's the burning of skin and screams of
terror as darkness spits from open wounds and douses
individuals in a fiery pain.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
