Rust Poem by Christoph Praus

Rust



The pallor of burnt umber,
Astride a yawning gully wide,
A gaping astral maw and void,
Shrieks from the unbidden child,
And slowly, it falls into slumber

Saturday, February 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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