scarletpoison
screams from the pores
the silence that's noise isdeafening
staining the minds of all who witness
nameless heaps ofonce-living
strewn across a stretching battlefield
where chalky ashes chokethe grass
that pillow the bodies
that harbor within them, the evilforever
in a reverie of endless sleep
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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