Monday, April 20, 2015

Day 20: Hell’s Own Respite


Wilder than a storm,
As gruesome as a cross,
Stealing the moment of pause,
The stench of habeas corpus.
Inhale the death,
Marching thru the anarchic gullet.
A mixture, a potion,
A disease, beads of destruction,
Arriving on the ills of the night;
Hell's own respite.

Akpan



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