Tag: monostich

root our art in rebellion and rage summer we take back control

safe enough to fall and yet grim enough to stay

this summer night can no longer bear the weight our sighs

in the dark we sit and unearth the depths of our frailties

as shadows do after dark warm limbs writhe with renewed passion

unrecognizable is this summer the seasons have birthed

life. existence. matter. chaos the ringmaster cracks her whip

summer the rain irks the senses crawl away now

the truth is for the mind conditioned to behave as sheep do

fickle as the words that leap without second thought from this tongue