The Poison Bell

I don't know where the heck this came from. I wrote during my 10 minute break at work today.

Rancid rain poison drips,

Awash blue iris nerve

From the coffee black

Onto the street sticky tar

In prison,

They whipped him

For speaking too clear.  

Reviews

[arbitrary jane]

ah, that last...
the sting of it.
those stripes are medals of honor.

[Nothing Personal]

Wow..What a heart wrenching story in a couple of line..Para 1 building it up, Para 2 doing the demolition..Got reminded of prisoner's camps such as Guam Bay..

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[Brooke Wake]

Poor man never had a chance, Ed.

[Ed Hart]

yeah, they do that, to prove him right