My Turn

Putrid fumes were emitted throughout the 7 gardens of Ardenia--

The matrix of hedges led to a different pathway Scattered along

the periphery of the Nutbush Alexandria Malitissa --

Slimy Connective tissue lined the plush grass carpet in a triangular

Partitioned curtain, with what appeared to be lush raspberries--

However, upon closer inspection a slaughtered goat’s innards were revealed

splattered along the golden-colored poppies found on this side of the west coast.

This perplexing labyrinth certainly was strikingly aberrant and at once

The hedges caught fire and set the sky ablaze in deep orange hues and purple flames

. “I am here to take you,” he proclaimed, and my senses went totally dead.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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