BY PHILLIP LUNA IV
The cuffs they clink, they clang and clatter
Then sibilance and static of intercom chatter
Like granular notes of some awful score
No rhythm or melody; a torturous matter.
Powerful description!
The cuffs they clink, they clang and clatter
Then sibilance and static of intercom chatter
Like granular notes of some awful score
No rhythm or melody; a torturous matter.
Powerful description!