10
Like the aftermath of a paroxysm
9
The crowds that suffocated me once
8
Like tightening of the jaw
7
turned golden, anew, into fellow sisters and brothers
6
in the wake of seeing the movie of our lives
5
The best in two long, long years
4
Pinpoint pricks sharpening at the edge of climax
3
An uneasy scent of burnt carbon hung in the air
2
Sticking to our clothes as we rode the last train
1
A clock swollen enough to take up the whole of the sky
...
I saw those fire flakes fall face-first into the river
Dipping below her surface and reaching for my throat
Sulphur slithering and gunpowder popping ear canals
Dark, wretched ash itching our corneas
In a dying world of 8 billion
Who's to say if every soul I bumped skin-to-skin with will live to see another countdown
Or I
Here's to the beginning of the end
And to sharing it with you.
YOU ARE READING
Oeuvre & Oeuvre Again
PoesiaA collection of poems for working out the fog in my mind and about my characters ♡♡
