The Sound of Ink

  Dressed for Consequences There is no romance in dread. It is a decayed ballroom where hell makes you dance the razor edge of making the wrong choice. ©Susie Clevenger 2022 Scars Uprising   In her garden of glass she was bold enough to grow among wounds. ©Susie Clevenger 2022 Spell of Paint   Art will find color in the deepest gray, find a path where night suffers without stars.   A paintbrush is the sorcerer’s wand casting its spell across canvas.   ©Susie Clevenger 2022

  Time feeds empty with growls and cardboard beggar notes littering sidewalks.   In the shadows where gods are deaf addiction writes funeral songs one needle at a time.   At the corner of destitute and gentrification money complains about dandelion homeless marring their patio view.   With huff and demand police arrive as badged gardeners to weed concrete of souls who are considered blight in the garden of profit prime real estate.  ©Susie Clevenger 2021 Word Crafters Prompt