Three
3
In caustic dreams
My body does wander
Enfolded with others
A typhoon wave comes
Some of us fall
Fire balls rain down from the sky
The smell of burning flesh an acid in my brain
When the lightning burst out of the darkness
We were crawling, scurrying now
No place to hide
Tar steaming
In broken baskets
Some in my eye
In some imperfect version of hell
I feel I’ve slipped up
Slipped in
Holding close to myself
And spirit within
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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