A HOLE IN THE WOODS
- Dark Poets Club
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
By Paul Benkendorfer
Revenge is best served cold
And the night is filled with a bitter chill
Scoop whoosh pour
Metal carves into earth
Soil blends with water droplets
and fills the hole
Scoop whoosh pour
Thunder drowns muffled pleas
He ignored Elena’s
now I ignore his
Scoop whoosh pour