I wait for rotten egg ashes to rain on my unsettled soul.
Listen for the tell-tale crack of a broken cry — lost, anguished
Feel the deep, angry rumblings of discontent
Slashed and torn wide open by
Crawling and plundering the surface,
One on top of the other
Frenzied, unrelenting, unstoppable
Mad with power, drunk with freedom
A growing and insatiable need to devour
They will die ugly, tortuous, stench-filled deaths
Frozen into unrecognizable renderings of what once was
But not until the required sacrifice is meted out
2 thoughts on “Wrath”
Wow! That’s great! I was never very good at poetry. This is powerful.