A tiny earthquake erupted in my heart.
that left little to analyze. Only table scraps.
in puppy dog laps.
The noose tightened and as did the straps.

It was obvious that the disease had killed millions.
Plague.
War.
Famine.
The silence. The unending silence was proof enough that
mankind had seen its last days. A blink of the eye in the
life span of the planet. A cold that she shrugged off without
medication.

Only scars remained in my heart.
Only scars remained on her surface.

Craters trenches and the coffins of cities.
Upheavel.

Buried in dust.

My Baish


See this man's art here or at SKIN KITCHEN. he owns you.




-Kyle