Dip down past the dirt of the Earth and venture further into the agonizing and sorrowful truth of the domains of Hell.
Excerpt
Mama Ramone
By: Aaron Ozee
Carefully and exuberantly passing away
Under her soiled bed sheets
As she violently grasps the embedded threads
That embroider her shadowy, withered figure
Barbarically clenching her yellowed front teeth
As the agonizing promise of infinite death
Slumbers soundly and comfortably
Upon her deaf sense
Continuously evading the boisterous winds
Of a silent, molten graveyard
That cordially rumbles beneath her body
Giddily and vehemently awaiting the final words of her sentence
Shivering with wicked delusions
And obnoxiously flinching at the scratching iron
She lightly crossed paths with her vast memories
Of a life before no more
One of which did not include
The sad and broken tone
Of little, old Mama Ramone
