Stench of Death

Vultures circle overhead, a life was once at stake, Perpetrators run amok, Now a murder in their wake. Eviscerated granite corpse, Bowels strewn hither, plagued by maggots, in poisonous ether. rooted down by nails, as a ship ran aground, vocal cords shredded, they scream, utter no sound Medusa was pursued, She returned the favor, aContinue reading “Stench of Death”