Mystic Towers

The American bullet screaming its last breaths
Penetrating its unwilling lady
Cool blue embers dancing into the abyss
Debris flying into the autumn sky
Silver tears running down her face
The pain of a head wound embraces her
The vision of falling angels welcomes her neighbors
As the sounds of despair crashes down

(A man appears
Teary dreamed and disillusioned
Immense heat pounces on his back
The kerosene fire surrounds him
A thousand suns explode in his face
As he takes his last breath
Leaping out towards the heavens
Saving what’s left of his soul

Final brainwaves yell S.O.S
Descending into the metropolis

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poem by Alshawn Rushing
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