His MansionA Poem by Alexa TaschThe faucet oozed
tears, red like blood Swamping the grease
stained sink Washing white
porcelain and marbled tiles Blood dripped and
plates shattered All across the
bathroom floor In the corridor swung
a man Pale in face and
cold in flesh Silk clothes are interchanged
with burlap Broken windows
glistened with sunlight and red A chandelier swayed
in the changing breeze Beneath it sat
another man His hands rough
with work and poverty His soul rough with
anger Upon his chest he
bore a suit of silk and gold And there he sat
above it all Spilled champagne
and blood alike Atop a pile of bums
and beggars Friends who he
killed to reach the top © 2013 Alexa TaschAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlexa TaschProvidence, RIAboutMy name is Alexa. I'm 19. I usually write instead of paying attention in my classes so I will post anything I think it good enough. Don't read my older stuff unless you're really committed because.. more..Writing
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