Q u i d a m

Itching a (s)mile?

Trees give a soothing shelter, under the scrutiny of gawking.

those tree branches, coloured in melded-brown

sophisticated a grin? only the silent critters roaming,

for their next prey to be chewed.

 

as in cue, the splashing waves crashed down near feet—

wobbling a thundered screams,

those dark spider webs, spirited glued like a glove!

How can you escape?

The air is stuffy, fluffier with the shadow crumbs

crunching numbers are melted,

lub/dub, beating around—

dark souls shrouded on the ground.

smiles are enchanting, making spellbound with a flash—

white splashes of teeth, spreading everywhere

Widening the lips, gasping for air!

those silent crests of flamboyant pouring,

shored of waver course,

do you not dare to crept? the odour of rotten fleshing

is peppered with a mulchy floor.

The musty air is hard to breathe,

Run for a mile, or a smile—

before you get choked with slicing abhorrent, 

Grains of wander-dust; coming towards

begrimed with bleak & gleam.

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