Blades in wither gray remaining tauntingly seeped in each crack of the ribs in the innocent, paralyzing only so a Basket Case lies in the common dirt.
Flutter of a bird on the young beast's shoulder- "How may I be of assistance tonight?" repeated in resonance of common words spoke a bright beak.
It threw stories and slurs from books of ages and eras, nobody seen through its eyes but it itself.
Absorbed in the bird- reverberating the same, predictable words to render shallow and distorted on loop.
"Yes, sure, okay, yes, mhm." behind the beast's mask of rock and salt veiling the endless pours.
So much enough to compliment the Atlantic in great depth.
It waited for it to fly by- the bird in mind of accomplishment for another safe night.
The beast said otherwise that time.
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Dear Friend, Apathy
PoetryA 3rd installment of my poetry series, 'Poems and Short Stories'. Written as more of a story that's all over the place. All in all, it speaks for itself. All composed of which, elements that explores new depths of meaning in my writing. Enjoy!
