Twist

Black rain slithers from bloated clouds
as the politician’s speech ends
down millions of ears
promises drip and echo
igniting emotions, and cheers

Eyes held hostage
words morph into
tight ropes
silver-tongue bondage

Worldwide adulation

“They fell for it again.”
I observe their world from above
beside my laughing Master

“What a disaster,” she says.
“Ah, it’s fun to twist
this design.”

She forces her claw further
down their sky

“Let’s see what happens this time.”

written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, loves nature, travelling, photography and art.

Ghost Human Bones offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond by Kirsten Curcio.
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