Colored Ridgeway

Those shimmering colors in the clouds, they’re bountiful seething in kind as it thumps outward in time. Pigs snap their jaws, hunger intertwines and makes its funnel in the trough of anguish. Rulers tap the desks, flashes aboundful and blemished mining the glistening looks on those faces. Those tones, they pulse in and out of a hole filled with pretenders and phony’s. They mock your unrequited blips, they laugh and you just keep speaking those fierce words.  They search for you, but you’ve vanished into the void of consequence. You’ve found solace in their decadence, when you’ve bled for them they make you lesser of a hero. You’ve won, as they beat on the door and travel into worlds that have perished.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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