The English Classroom


And the flowers toy and curl as the heat kisses the soft petals

The orchids become dry

A squeal hibernates before the petals dissolve

And descend into an echoing pit

The soil churns into flavoured acid

Poison entwined with dead roots and flaky thistles

Electronica bounces off nothingness

The hollow drums lust for an echo

And the gears click, gasping

For the raging flowers have morphed into the soil

And kissed its Earthly home, goodbye

Melancholia drips from the shelf

And the liquefied eucalyptus beckons the streams

The viperous snake slithers in heat along the ashen wasteland

For the violent apple has fallen

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