Blaze sparked to an inferno;
the ground cowers and shakes;
its sulphuric bowels,
spits out the devil and its kinds
Throwing smokes and fire,
working in concerto,
quickening the blood pulse,
blinding the mind.
Daggers and forked tongues,
slashing and cajoling.
Wielding their wiles,
the evils having a whale of a time.
But oh!
When the breath
dropped to an even pace,
I mourn the irrevisible of words;
the devil nowhere but in the depth of my own eyes.
My temper will be the death of me yet.
The Mojito Life - RUM for the soul, A sprig of fresh MINT for newness, A dash of sour LIME that puckles up your face, & Sweet SUGAR to keep Life going.
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