The Flood

A Poem by kelseyalexrose

A series of entries I wrote for www.oneword.com

Flood

My blood rushed into my heart all at once, like a hurricane rocking my body sideways and backwards.

It flung my head into an empty space, leaving my love and fear to sit and f**k in this hell the flood made clean again.

Stood

He stood at the edge of the cliff; looking downwards, he felt a sick sort of dizziness and pulled back. It wasn't the height, he thought --no. It was the twisted little thing laying broken down below.

Apologetic

As the blackened clouds gathered, groaning and heaving with a thunderous ache, rain began to fall --bending with the strength of his voice, catching his broken light. The wind, only a whisper, slithered around my ears; her softness was almost apologetic. Almost.

Thrown

A thousand lives thrown down,

So you could reach your throne --now

Instead of clamouring to conquer

--Be the first to strike your honour--

Simple words and simple smiles,

Can sway more than brutish trials.

Rest ye now on weary throne,

For the blood and gore you can't atone;

For your choices, the grand effete,

Marks your soul, a grand defeat.