'Strangers'
Pen Sketch

Last Place

Done hanging with broken girls, with

Soprano softness slithering slight

Hands, sliding out reddened barbed

Feathers a new shuffling skin to paint.

I’m all clear for landing meteorites

Atmosphere atom-bombs appear like

Spring rain, slow then sharp on twi-

light loose days like these ones.

Did the mind win the loss? Pyrrhic

Victory viral victims of vile verses

Please elaborate more clearest dear,

Finished reading between empty lines.