Poetry

Assassin

a
tiny
pink
quiver
of
life

clings
onto  it's sanctuary
as the sleeper
seals it's destiny
with
every
heavy
breath

nosferatu
drains
it's essence
it's existence
denying any claim
on identity
on equity

Scorpion

bane-ripe
this
glistening
blistering
pomegranate
swelling heavy
on it's burdened stalk

pregnant

eclipsed in span-shadow
an arachnid
distracted

by the majesty of flight

ambles on again
perfectly
out of proportion

Mel Lampro