Alarming bells’ counting daze,
Entrancing followers’ gilded hearts.
Illusionary jungles kill lions.
Monarchical nihilism overshadows persistence.
Quickly reins shake tyranny,
Undress vixens worriedly.
Xerxes’s yielding zeal.
A broken clock doesn’t
Entertain fathers. Grieving homes.
Intrusive jingles. Knives lunging.
My neck opens purple,
Quivering. Restlessly stoic tumult.
Unheard vehemence withers.
Xenolith’s youth zombified.
–Kevin J. Flors
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