Saturday, August 3, 2019

Over The Edge (A Descort Format Poem) by Troy DeFrates

Hemlock and wormwood ate at her mind
Eating rose petals did not sweeten her words
Emotions unchecked she became merely a puppet
Masquerading through her life

Tears of absinthe beckon
She drank from the well
Filling her with shades from Hell her lips did turn blue

Screaming, screaming, screaming she went

No longer hearing, her ears filled up with ash and black soot
Reality spun away when the fun house floor fell out from below

Please help me jump
She whispered
Flailing
Wild




Troy lives and writes poetry in the Great Woods of Northern Wisconsin. He has been published over twenty times in the last year in various magazines and online periodicals.


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