THOUGHT PROVOKING LIT!
Turmoil of chaos invading
Murmur, murmur, tears flowing without juice and mind sinking into nonstop aroma.
Sinking of great flavor into a ravished spirit
Murmur, murmur, lost in a box of sick thoughts of swarming illusions and death grips.
Hardcore thoughts clawing and scratching to dominate
Murmur, murmur- laughing nonstop while my thoughts drool like hot magma and burn the inner parts of my psyche.
Eating scents of horror
Tasting instant grips of rotten mind hoarding
Arms folded as I rock back and forth
No way out
Life solitary confinement is a bitch as it locks down but takes my thoughts on a trip.
By: Literary Diva of blogtalkradio.com/diva29 and "The Lit Factory"
Episode 056 - Fantasy Vacation
5 minutes ago