Presidential Scandal

To hell with the stars and stripes.
My blood runs outside my veins
I feel my limbs go numb as
the sun mellows into its dusk hammock.
Every breath is my last as I
fall to the Earth, making a crashless
sound that no one else will hear

George Washington you can rot in
Hell and may your blood run cherry red.
Red as I am reborn from your sinful
ashes.

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2 Comments

  1. michelleclairem says:

    fantastic imagery here.

    1. Thank you.

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