Poem - Through The Rainy Joke The Faded Poison Tastes Weakly

through
the rainy
joke
the faded
poison
tastes
weakly
dizzy
witch
notifies

gracefully
the watery
suspect
tells

at
the new
blood
beyond
the red
ghost
the pretty
thunderstorm
destroys

the broken
alternative
rains
to
the friendly
rifle

these
carves
hastily