Cherries in the Snow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
An example of relentless violence among family.

Submitted: September 09, 2012

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Submitted: September 09, 2012

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Crisp-
Breezes of ice- chilled wind -
Brisk.
Shivers.
Clenched enamel; Contrasted-
Blistering-
Boiling blood.
Steam oozes through pores-
Heated.

A mild debate.
Triggered.
Brothers-
bond-less, loveless.
Emotionless.
Mentally detached.
Spiritually disconnected.

Soul-less stares.
Hardened glances-
Hatred brews-upon the dew.
Danger looms-this ends soon.

Darken pupils-
Complemented the ominous platinum surroundings.
Blackened oak branches mirror their veins-
filled with burgundy DNA.

Snow- pure.
Crunches with foot steps-
led with corrupt minds.
Waiting to unleash.
Angelic crystals spread over the ground.
Cold and bare.
Cradles two feens.
Heathens in nature-
disobeying their spiritual agenda.

Cheek to cheek-
Consuming each others breath-
Glands function--profusely.

Vocals-
chords sing to the heavens.
Kinship useless-
undesired and nonexistent.

Disputes.
Remain unresolved.
They exhaust every solution.
Screams transform into the physical.
Threats transform into promises
Shoves and stumbles-
disrupt the gentle blessings the Earth bear.
Radiant- geometric icicles become witnesses to the main event-

Harden blows-harder than thunder blows.
His face.
Unknown.
Stranger-
Enemy-
Their likely features-
sharp jawlines.
dimpled chins.
eyes of a storm wrecked sea-
becomes merely a coincidence.
The moths that once shared mother's milk-
Now-
bloody.
Deep-
Warm. Salty.

Steel-
flies from his pocket.
Black; deadly.
Cold revolver-
Speckled in the sea of this white heaven.
Pointed-erect.
A frigid barrel- cocked.

A stare of disbelief-
A C R O S S-
A stare of emotionless- and sinister enjoyment.
What to do now?
The ending of life is...unavoidable-swift and non negotiable.
Neglected and wasted.
As-
deadly pellets impale his soft flesh.
Absorbed-swallowed-
by the skin of a brother.
Five shots fired.
Unheard,
Unnoticed.
No echo- No rescue.

Numb as the bullets sprout
Kin-less blood
Red- Burgundy
Deep droplets.
Scattered.
The smell of iron-
Parades the air.
Death looms over-
A bearer- bounded and locked.
A reminder of hell.
Evil.

A dispute.
Resolved. Ended.
Muted by an instrument so loud.
Nothing left but- a story.
A beautiful setting.
Destroyed.
Pearl-white snow.
Ravished.
Once-
Adorned.
Now-
Pitied upon.
Stained-
permanently by the cherries...
in the snow.


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