The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Glade of Obliquity
by Nina D’Arcangela
My hole you seek to lure me from
with stench of sweet sponge and rotting flora.
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I would far rather you not kill them, but let them grow.
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A simple plinth with false flame compares not
to the serpents of light that haunt from above.
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They slither through the canopy singeing leaf and bough as they writhe.
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Beauty, I see, as they light my enclave.
One day they will slink your sky, burn your land, destroy your people.
Then I will walk this earth free…
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free of your kind who proffer no kindness.
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Fiction © Copyright Nina D’Arcangela
Image courtesy of Pixabay
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