An apocalyptic moon, ravens on a leaky
roof and a dark rain pouring through the
ruins of these dilapidated hopes, a shelter
that never truly was as the darkness
devours the frailty of truths with the
deep hunger of wounds ever in need of
a soul to feed on, watching without
mercy the tender flesh that bleeds
 
5/22/2020 © Debbie Berk 2020