Alphabet Volley
A limerick on the irony of hateful "love."
By CorvusPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
The pastor echoes in the guttural hall
spewing hate-speech called "love" : the cabal
of righteous absolvers
exalting a wake of revolvers
that stain their pulpit with a rainbow rainfall.
About the Creator
Corvus
Corvus is a kaleidoscope of Gothic word-craft, stuck somewhere within the hurricanes of prose and poetry and wrung out on each page. Find more fragments of the love letter on their website, corvuslove.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Very powerful and true, well done!