Treasure Island

Aria Siren


Sepia Hill-Sonnet III


crashing under your smile-a doe twisted
blood's screams trampled by the roaring roadside
sun scorching hopes, drying brown eyes misted
truth resigns, life was good until life lied

fading life drips into cool catacombs
as they open hungry mouths to swallow
awaiting dusty traveler's tired bones
final breaths rise with no map to follow

death settles in under the cloak of night
bloody horizons paint fluttering eyes
corpses cry out to turn back on the light
sunken beneath a heavy plot, their cries

come and watch me rise on Sepia Hill
look down on what's left behind: your roadkill

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Sandy Player (4/14/2013 4:16:00 AM)

    A bombardment of statements. They rush frantically but every sound is articulated in a spiteful way. The idea of cries watching the persona like they catch their breath to see if it is time to scream us sublime and I especially like the enjambment used there. (Report) Reply

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