"Thrash"

 

Words
Are violence
Try hands over mouth
Eyes bulging in silence

 

Explode
Innate and easy
Anger over ice
Empathy cracking in pieces

 

Voice
Sounds of hatred
Arms oiled metal
Hands dull blades
Hide in the tall grass
Run from your embrace

 

All the noise
The smash and thrash
Reduced to nothing
When machine and death crash

 

Shallow grave, small herd
Despite all the noise you made
No one will say a word

 

Silence as the sky spits
Drown and body break apart
Dirt
Will crush your broken heart.

© 2020 CHARLOTTE IVAN

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