A big thank you to Editor Mark Antony Rossi for publishing my poem in the June issue of Ariel Chart.

Cold Water

Dank glares 

drip cold water 

on victims’ hearts.

Another scarf unraveled..

The crestfallen,

stopped dead in their tracks,

with no way forward.

The boomerang of gossip grows,

as the flock follows the ram. 

The wet wool of caustic words

proves malodorous.

Speaking of  smell,

there’s an intravenous scent of fear

reeking out from the

misery of their own herd,

and from the possibility

that they may become the bullseye 

for the next wave of disallowance.

Self-imagined stalking knights,

who think they have the most to gain,

imbuing the world with beefy fictions,

using hot panther breath that stalks.

Masters of disastrous,

deceitful

words on the street,

now dripping 

cold sweats

from their own skin,

as well as cold water 

thrown 

onto their own hearts.