A shadow like me
Its leaves are blacker than black
Against the grey sky
Post-apocolypse
A cloud of billowing ash
In the aftermath
Of Vesuvius
Rain falls on cold embers
In this film noir
As my hair turns black
And clumps, black as rotten stumps
Black as mottled roots
Clung to a pale corpse
Droplets play in golden light
Then a lightning strike
The gravel sound
Angels passing on the ground
Wandering lost as moths
From light to light
My eyelids hang heavy
Ready to close me out
Phoenix in the night
Burning
Burning her broken heart
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
A shadow like me
Its leaves are blacker than black
Against the grey sky
Post-apocolypse
A cloud of billowing ash
In the aftermath
Of Vesuvius
Rain falls on cold embers
In this film noir
As my hair turns black
And clumps, black as rotten stumps
Black as mottled roots
Clung to a pale corpse
Droplets play in golden light
Then a lightning strike
The gravel sound
Angels passing on the ground
Wandering lost as moths
From light to light
My eyelids hang heavy
Ready to close me out
Phoenix in the night
Burning
Burning her broken heart
