“Until It Bleeds” by Scott Sparks

A walk among the chalk lines
Desperation within such confines
Dead to the world
Slumbering restlessly inside fetal-curl
Fingernails broken from utterings that need not be spoken
Yet, said damage placates snares added by forked-tongued savages they cloak themselves in
Torn from limb deep within a clouded desert
Marginal portions provide their plate, then sent to bed remorseless
A walk among the fault lines
Dissimilar wavelengths emit from this satellite
Written on my face
Not hard to tell, just in case
Shades removed though some reprove effects of the sun
Complaining instead of gaining, tearing down instead of building up
Are we in the clear?
In whom shall we fear?
Maybe my words aren’t enough
Between clenched teeth, I’ll hold my tongue


—Scott Sparks

About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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