PoisonA Poem by Scott ChristianA worn weathered bone lay in a field nestled amidst a sea of flowing green with cracks that ran along the surface Curious it was that the green flourish for the ground beneath it bore poison and dust And every season flowers grew, though sparse and stunted But the bone did naught but lay in a field surrounded by life © 2018 Scott Christian
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Added on September 22, 2018 Last Updated on September 22, 2018 AuthorScott ChristianPAAboutPublished author currently writing stories for a horror themed podcast. more..Writing
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