-Storm Inside-

[Leash]

Heavy valves chug black blood
capillaries thick
with coming thunder.

Dark rains
dont bring clarity.

Sopping buildings
fall inward.
Implode my chest.

Wet earth
between fingers.
Maggots crawl, feeding upon
soggy cotton candy
and brick.

No new life
crawls forward.
The dirty things die.
And I die.

[Graveyard Goddess]

I'm sorry for modifying your post, but i feel that part of your comment was unnecessary

as far as the poem goes i like it a lot. its simple. i love that. "soggy cotton candy"
you really feel death in this 'storm'. keep posting leash =)

[Leash]

Yeah, I was in the wrong. Thanks for making me realize that.