A thunderclap.
Rain follows.
A sound like rot
slaps from your hollow chest.
Commuters meerkat,
as you challenge
the Silence.
Prunes for faces,
fleeing you.
Peeling from your presence.
Does it betray you?
An unspoken wall.
I hope you washed your hands.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
A thunderclap.
Rain follows.
A sound like rot
slaps from your hollow chest.
Commuters meerkat,
as you challenge
the Silence.
Prunes for faces,
fleeing you.
Peeling from your presence.
Does it betray you?
An unspoken wall.
I hope you washed your hands.
