RIP Scott


Demons twirl around
confusing thoughts
with reality

like hurricane winds in ominous
shades of blue and white
gathering in intensity

out of control

suddenly life is torn from
its foundation

with nothing  left
but the debris of the heart

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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