Darkness
The rioting darkened quickly, into murmuring
In the quiet moment the wildest daughters
Hands arched into worshipping
In the strangest wildest way
Through the whistling of words
The savage people started rumbling, sounding dry
with reasoning
Their insides seeping, and shining
Covered in lace, dry skin, spores growing
The airborne disease softly turned into a generous
toxicity
The people
peaked into a slow sleep
And it concluded with a soft sorrow.
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