Mature Content
SplintersTiny fragments:thumb304957658: :thumb305017848:
of solid beams
shattered at
their fragile seams.
Flung into the air
by free
and unopposed
calamity.
Missiles of
impending pain
driven by
torrential rain.
Lodging into
every inch
of vulnerable
innocence.
Not of metal
or of wood
from no structure
where they stood,
the origin of
impending doom
flew from you
as guided words.