Cruising the surface
the tempest remembers.
Bruising the cervix;
embarrassing embers.
The blush of disgrace;
the wet of excitement.
The cold wind of fate
as it screams for indictment.
But what you created
and what you kept hidden…
What you castrated
with words so malignant…
The preacher made jealous
and crazed by imposters…
The creature angelic
was praised by his monsters.
Written by Jason Wright
August 22, 2018