SUNDAY MORNING RIOT.

SUNDAY MORNING RIOT.
sneak

Sunday morning riot,
with a girl called Emily.
Carving out utopia.
Re-writing history.
Sanity in turmoil.
Tormenting every pore.
Satisfied serenity.
Serene and nothing more.
Stretching our reluctance.
Bankrupt, emotionally.
Sentenced to existing -
in the arms of Emily.
Alone in deconstruction.
In awe of every scar.
Silently chaotic.
How delicate we are.
Her skin, a touch defiant.
Our feverish decay.
Shocked by our survival.
Awash in rainy day.
Another week to falter.
Precious breath to waste.
The memory of Emily,
a subtle after-taste.

sneak