Everyone dies in the summer
When the sun doesn’t set.
It just sits in the sky
Like a scar that won’t heal
But instead only gushes
Hot, infected,
Blood
Over everything.
It is murder in broad daylight.
Mizpellt wurdz
Only as good as my word, and I often have pretty bad – or should I say poor – word choice.
Soaked in summertime
Mizpellt wurdz 
Woah. This creates a very vivid and strong image in one’s mind. Fantastic work!
Posted by musings147 | December 9, 2014, 9:58 amThanks for musing, Musings147.
Posted by kacperniburski | December 14, 2014, 3:33 pm