All of the sudden... I'm getting better at poetry. Well I guess all of those bad 'Bad Poetry' posts are helping out a bit...that's is great! Here's my latest work, hey don't cry. I'm getting there.
The Burning Orange
The orange tastes my skin
The fleshy delight lit into the night
The orange tastes my kin
The sparks bright in burning sight
The flicker and cracks whip my body
And the cold is now warm
The whispers of attacks slip upon me
My clothing ragged and torn
We hang from the trees dark as we are
The pale shadows chuckle and grin
Our eyes retreat into our skulls deep and far
The orange feasts upon my skin
Pungent smell of roast
Women unfelt by black hands
Innocent, we burn
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