Wrath

by Bare My Paradox   Oct 2, 2009


A distortion;
A convulsing heatwave
His silken coat-
and raw eyes;

His temple
And that throbbing vein-
..hiding; obeying-
an unyielding smile

Oppress a paroxysm-
to close his eyes;
Another battling haul
-to the leash of his breath

A quivering labyrinth
Of sight, of sound;
The odious impression
Of another minute; another face;

The sweet monoxide
Clawing his heartstrings
...the buoyant urgency-
The hypnotic wrath

And another scream-
An enclosing ring of bedlam...
The sight of shining metal-
that neatly sculptured knife.

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