Rough Day

It's blurry midnight blue and black

Corners hiding from the slack

Beating in to break the tines

Ringing clear their battered rhymes

And all the dim sky laughs aloud

Wreaking havoc on skin shroud

Only in leaves crisped to gleam

In slowly dissolving star seams

And all she has

This ravenous beast

Waking to find no release

Dreams are just reality eased

Upon the sand she twists her peace

Beneath her nails

The grit does show

Golden grating bleeding folds

And the wind throws wild any chance

Her eyes might find a bed to rest

What lives can be anything clear

All just dancing on the rim in fear

And February's smallest glance

The creature's gaze a winded stance

She pushes against the rising dune

Caring not her ocean is ruin

Whatever world is there to find

There she'll drag her sorry hide

◄ Still a Mind-Killer

Turtle : HSP 1 ►

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