|the patron saint of wrath
Author: glimpses from an ivory tower PM
here I sit, smoldering beneath june's blood moon, ranting at the sky; it listens to me better than you ever could. part of june's creative odyssey.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Angst - Words: 78 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-15-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2818259
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the patron saint of wrath
here I sit, smoldering beneath
june's blood moon
as I inhale the darkness,
lungs heaving with the acrid smoke
of a silence that tastes like exhaust fumes.
if I could stamp out every feeble star
that flickers in this charcoal sky,
tonight, I would, until the fever broke,
shouting myself hoarse at the horizon
because I can't scream at you, dad,
my bones shuddering with rage.