They Rise in the Storm
Winged horrors born of thunder, watching, waiting… hunting.
The storm raged, birthing horrors in its womb.
They came—silent, watching, waiting.
Talons like razors, eyes like fire.
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Not birds, nor beasts, but shadows torn from light.
They descend with the winds— and never leave empty handed.
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In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
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Comments (5)
Mentally frightening for the arms of lightening is enough to scare anyone at times. Good jobs.
Well-wrought! Deliciously Lovecraftian!
Very well written! Excellent imagery and symbolic words make this poem pop!
Love your poem! Its short and punchy, with such vivid imagery! Awesome👍
Wow so powerful and i love the photo♦️♦️♦️