Emily Beck

Plague Or Apocalypse - Poem by Emily Beck

The weight of a unicorn.
A very small cat with a very large jump.
The touch of a cloud,
Humidity calls.
Beckoning like a giant across sheer cliffs.
Echoing sounds of winded nonsense
Across smoldering valleys.
Caked with the indecent festering ripples
Blood filled waterfalls.
Trickling down dank allies and subway stations.
Through the belly of the beast into the chaos
That is.
It remembers, bubbling up from the underbelly of solace.
Like a soltace covering the sun with it's thick coagulated stains.
A giant in the sky strikes down.
Crushing what remains as it's will of remembrance.
Bubbling back down to the underbelly
That was.
To rest in peace.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

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