The ball didn’t roll in the right direction it drags impartially occasionally spilling its guts-- goopy puddles seeping beneath white layers blotching more than thoughts.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Excellent write. Sometimes thigs just don't turn out the way we want them too.
Love Tinka
Stunning work to match the art,Tracey!
eT
Darkness in your verse today...I hope you're well. Very strongly imaged and penned; BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Time to close them sloppy digits...;)
Intriguing and cryptic pen
Peter