the gate
the hall
the dot in the distance
growing
that dot is now here
as big as the sky
covers the view
slaps the face
spitting it out
hitting the floor
falling down
and out
eyes reopen
waterfall mouth
death meat
chewed
red on the floor
crawling upon the walls
reaching the ceiling
centerpoint gone
'Molested avenue' © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem