Monday, September 1, 2014


And the rains came tonight,
To wash the dust away
From the crevices of my Soul.

The thunder clapped too loud,
To drown out the sounds
Of his song strain.

Eager for the feast, I grew
When hunger gnawed my empty mind,
Insatiable I leaped to the flame,
And chewed my burnt hands instead. 

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