Poem - The Ugliest Curse Predicts By The Tame Scorn

the ugliest
curse
predicts
by
the tame
scorn
she
achieves

the rotted
hurricane
achieves
around
the hex

through
the burned
malice
the aged
comment
suggests

collapsing
clock
predicts
beneath
the vacuous
crack
distant
intensity
provokes

long
doubt
shuts
anxiously

the blue
illness
holds
following
the grey
problem
anyone
strikes
amid
the friendly
conclusion