Hiding under parchments of sheets and months of pages, a system hides
under a thin layer of reason.
Over two beers and a vodka shot, I saw it, the multi-layered river now taking a leap of death.
Dead human skulls align the path
making a barricade
preventing the river from seeping out
The man near the fall
saw a skulls let out
a breath and sigh.
“I was talking. I was talking. I was talking.”
His voice resounded into the valley and forth
until the ear drums gave into an explosion
A drum roll of death was released into the air
Alongwith a breeze of stale summer fruit.
Azrael swooped down to the earth and picked up babies
still innocent suckling their mother’s breasts.
Mothers cursed heaven and hell,
And he spread evil magic in their tongue.
A swarm of silence enveloped over my keys
wondering what to write.