Cellar Dream

Trying to write sonnets....

The factory of August apples weep

Howling for the feral past of hermits in their cells

Above the slim cinnamon pipes creep

Below, the iron ravage seizures bells

It sneers at sooted faces stripped of song

A lustral ornament to woo and bruise

Quaking gaunt cages of ribs with molten awe

Carnivorous breath that stutters the good news

An aortic deity, shattered glass dressed up as chimes

Making marks of murdered pomp to kiss the acrid lips of gore

Watching the fruits of our years glittering on the vine

And the tainted smear of wither scalp their skins and ask for more

Watch it fray our ventricles, wrench our fingernails apart

While sweeping out the cobwebs on the gears that churn her heart.

Reviews

[kaycee]

the imagery in this is awesome! it's a really cool piece. a lot to think about so i'm gonna read it a few more times :)