Words We Cannot Speak

Broken world

I was walking, one foot in front of another,
And the world broke into two.
The sky hung itself
And oceans drowned,
Leaves fell into the atmosphere
And fire was freezing.
Stars landed in my palms
And smiles shattered.
Vines wrapped themselves around the other's neck
And we turned to cannibalism
With a knife in our hungry eyes.
The world spun at its usual steady pace
But I was so dizzy
That I steadied myself against a wall
Which caved in on itself.
No one seemed to notice
That disarray was infinite;
That the world had fallen apart already.
Us inhabitants were too preoccupied to realise
That there was a crevice
Through the translucent oceans
Because I let my tears cover it
and I let my hands push the parts of the world back together.
I strung the stars back up into their galaxies
And I picked up the sky
And painted it cornflower
With my paintbrush of imagination.
I pulled down the leaves
And hung them on ever green trees,
I fed oxygen to fire's thirst.
I separated the immoral from the beautiful
And I let light collide with eyes in the perfect quantity.
Today, with no warning and its usual unpredictability,
The world broke into two
And, today, I put it back together
So that tomorrow it can fall apart all over again.
By holly boyd