Image                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        He chopped at the log with the fury of a Greek God

The foggy mountaintop he raised his head to gaze

Armed sufficiently when insincerity and indecency collide

His flaming head now full of dread and thinking that he’s dead

Damning thoughts they disappear the ax he swings relieved

Fully consumed with gratitude she lays him free in the ground.

Author: Katestrawberry

I am a published author and writer/editor available for hire. I create abnormal, strange, and sometimes slightly erotic poetry. Crazy Girl. Creative Genius.

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