Vultures [Poetry]
Lexi Markham
December 23, 2024
Vultures can smell frying flesh and Charred cells they descend from heaven on wings carrying death coasting over the waves of souls rising They hover
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Vultures can smell frying flesh and Charred cells they descend from heaven on wings carrying death coasting over the waves of souls rising They hover
For
There are
No emotions
Left
To follow
VOX ATL staff member Shyne Jones shares his first poem, “Prison of Perception.”
Original poem by Rebecca Jeltuhin, VOX Teen Staff member.
I look into the eyes of another soul I see their heavy burden, the harshness of life’s toll Ignorant they scream and shout Without understanding
Demon of Darkness My demon of darkness no longer rules over my world But yet shares the power with her angel of light. Together they
