Friday, October 31, 2014

Let The Bottle Burn


The air smells like sin and iron.
Night has gathered its knifes
to bleed sanity from skulls 
full of thoughts to stalk pretty things.

Twisted boys pouring rape
into sparkly glasses will meet
Karma before painted lips
touch the rim of horror.

Let the bottle burn
the fingers of deceit.
Tonight will silence
the group think that no
can be manipulated into yes.

Bravado weeps
a pitiful excuse
as predators learn
the table turn spin
has rendered them prey.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

8 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Whoa! what a great hook your opening line is. This is brilliantly written, Susie, with such amazing images: "the rim of horror". Spooktacular writing.

Magaly Guerrero said...

This is truly terrifying. It made me think of A Clockwork Orange...

You do spooky with side orders of terror. Wow.

manicddaily said...

As I wrote on Facebook--pretty terrifying for those boys--they deserve it though! k.

kaykuala said...

As predators learn
the table turn spin
has rendered them prey

Karma can determine fairness and predators if not careful can find themselves as prey! Great lines Susie!

Hank
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Lolamouse said...

That first line drew me right in, and the rest kept me rapt. Oh, yes, how the worm does turn...

Fireblossom said...

Wow, powerful stuff on a timely subject. Loved every word, Susie.

Btw, your link at Toads leads back to Toads, not to here. I had to find this using the side bar.

Margaret said...

…reminds me of the tv show "Twilight Zone".

ed pilolla said...

poetic justice