The Scream
Tuesday, March 10th, 2009
A pillar of searing flame
Bisects the sky,
That shimmering arch of
Pestilent vapour,
Burning nothing,
But the oxygen
I breathe.
I strike the ocean with
My double-edged sword,
Causing a wound that
Does not exist,
The sharpened blade
Rusting in the roiling
Currents of murky madness.
I beat the rock face with
A silent rose,
The earth shaking with
My shivering bones,
A cascade of petals
Splashing the ground
In crimson streaks.