(from “The Last Poetry”)

motheyesofnight:

(from “The Last Poetry”)

The scene was literally being exploded with rage

and the darkness was so murky as to make an ominous color.

Eventually, she pushed the opponent away

and as the door closed, she laid back in bed

and took an unsightly posture.

She seemed to be trying to sleep.

The artificial rays disappeared along with the opponent,

but the murky colored darkness remained in the place.