Sultrys Big Thread

sultryevening

down it came
and washed away the home
charged over the infant and swept him under
silt and mud choked
fast they ran
slow they swam
but still it swelled
rising up
pushing through letter boxes
and cold window frames
the walls falling
a sodden Jericho
moss mixed with blood
the bloated forms floated past the graveyard
never to rest there,
and all this when the mountains cried.

even flow?

Good evening, Mr. Evening!

Nice little piece for a short return. Good to see you come around, again.

sultryevening

why thankyou bartender- the usual please and dont hold back on the tequila!

sultryevening

to me the word
she sang, i heard

call me morbid
call me absurd

call me no-one

call me callous
call shallow

to me the words
they spat, ive still have not learned

my lesson
wont get to heaven

retorts scratch the tongue
and swallowed back down

call me doormat,
call me boot strap

call me childish
call me king rat

call me numb
call me dumbstruck

call me anything but my name

keep me down
at your feet

feet first through the wardrobe
uncharted terriorty
head first through the window

call me morbid
call me absurb

call me Me.