Poem – “Twelve Scorpions”

Twelve Scorpions

Circling the desert of my home,
Twelve scorpions of bronze and turquoise
Mechanical fire in their pincers
Usurped from the hearth of my vitality
Tortured by the symphony of my own joy,
They bleed my ears and leave me to die

Copyright ©2019 S. M. Shuford
Amazon | Bookstore | Goodreads
Support my work on Ko-Fi.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s