FORSAKEN


 

Small-town shadows sprawling moonlit streets, abandoned structures jutting awkwardly in disrepair.  Staring into distant space a ponderous silence erupts with passing screams. Foul smelling bodies treading liquid sidewalks weave tirelessly through obscure gateways, leaving grainy casts of hardened souls.  Blurry images gargling poisonous phlegm huddle grudgingly in wind-swept corners of obscenity.  Assaulting eyes dart nervously, paralyzed hearts pounding with intoxication.  Reluctantly, a depository of fading thoughts lies faceless in a battered tomb.

 

 

© Angela Trumble 2011 A Literary Artist’s Music

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