Air Raids
When bombs shatter constellations
smoke embraces the skyline
and ash buries
armored satellites.
When bombs shatter constellations
every wound is unbolted.
Beneath lacerated mountains
sunlight decays.
Skeletal furniture decorates streets.
The moon grows weary
and tides erupt
consuming stars.
When bombs shatter constellations
fire captures lucid dreamers,
staining
irises with flowered-blood.
Machines build hollow forests
immune to acidic protest,
where bones
devour godless medals.
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Embody Me
PoetryA series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.
