Tree’s Trampling Your Moment


Books stacked on a pile of ashes, crimson fluidity coursing through a blameless matriarch. The boats in the blues of your eyes, flowing inside the broadening bowels of brutality. Sickening thuds echo, outside of the room as you hear damming words thrown his directionless body. It falls beneath the cup of wisdom, a cacophony of treason killers. It overflows, banking across the ocean breeze brought into weightlessness. Will you address these sins, will it be your final stand against the lawless ones. They triumph in silent warfare, they blend into the bloating intestines without being seen.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger


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