The End of an Era - The Death of The America

the end of an era - the death of the american empire a precarious russet plunger cuffs the entrance and jolts granny’s limbs while the feathers of the draft excluder waft with inhalation and a fragrance of masculinity lands upon her top lip “who goes there?” the door coursing fro cracks an echo of guillotine dimensions until gooseflesh ripples from her crown over wrinkled jowls and journeys knuckle bound the parted legs of one from Africa bind the heaving silhouette to wooden boards powdered by pensioner’s pelt barefoot the animal strides within electric light sturdy stomps advance screams SCREAMS! her voice fractures and fails to silent ‘o’ while the aged heart thrusts ache upon her torso with thud after thud and her eyes roll back in search of air tensing talons grasp harshly and cruelly around her skull where pressure places imminent demise upon forsaken hope to say it ends like this and clothes in tatters from frail bones by the dark invasive evil fans cold pulsing air to every maturing furrow eddying on her shins and up over her breasts drying her tongue to fasten it deep inside her throat hard thumbs dig her eyes she feels it pounding her heart in rhythm and darkness closes in