Eraser by Kelly Wantuch
The first message
Sits unthought of.
A livid hue
Emerges a
Sea green
Pleasant vacation
Remembered.
He brought you thunder
As you wished.
It shall grow if
Inspiration
Suddenly
Remembers
The thought.
Tears are scratched
Hurtling through
Her thighs.
Gusty schemes
His jealous bolts
Rupturing
Only darkness.
Finished his urge
Around the strange
Fear from
Burping a
Domestic country.
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