There is a dilapidating dark  place

Once occupied by wonder, and  meadows

Rainbows, and childish exuberance.

Now a foul stench seethes through the vents.


An inferno ravished by,

leaving behind rusty embers

where a playground used to be.

Despair is borne of a fairytale.


A creature roams through the wreckage.

It blooms, unrestrained. Unencumbered.

It wreaks of melancholia.

Known territories

Unknown boundaries.


It lurks, night & day,

Never resting,

Ever peering its apathetic yellow eyes

Scowling for a faint whiff of hemoglobin.

Innocence must be purged.


Minuscule words, with inexorable meanings.






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