Red Sea Bathing

 Many feet of river rat hordes pitter patter and scurry from dark place to dark place. Low hung silhouettes stalk stealthily through black ally streets, wet with God tears for man’s demise, crashing down stilettos, puncturing pride of primped prostitutes. 

Exasperated curtains of torrents white wash tombstones, standing idle in socialistic lines of afterlife reform, realizing time’s departure. The tic toc ticks timelessly, zombie embodied bodies resurrecting Shelley’s Frankenstein, driving vehicles of thoughtless minds. 

Corporate ant hill’s busybody races zig zag to pheromone finish lines. Crash test turned final exam impairing equilibrium.

Daylight is beckoning through stormy, grey skies to come out of the night. Trumpets proclaim the arrival of a king. Red carpets roll like brick roads while the buzzards circle overhead. Strange fruit cut down from the willow trees. The target has lost what was once thought dead and hospice is moved on to the next. A pulse that was stopped has started again and life returned to the bones. 

A covenant of blood dispersed for the multitudes immerse hearts stained with black until the black becomes crimson. Some still see white fields of snow in the piercing, summer sun whose warmth insulates the gnawing cold.

Reviews

[Lola Nation]

If the black was to become crimson, it could then feel again, spill and exist

[Wolfbaby]

Wow, this was intense. This was a good style of prose poetry. It had meaning behind it and you brought the message forward well. Good punctuation and grammar too. Keep it up! :D