Nov 2018
The cold metal door
Squeeaaaks
And swings to the wall
In a thump of agony.
Lever-action. The bolt
Cliiiicks
To the hammer, before the
Brittle door-shavings
Rocket outwards in a
BANG!
Metal shatters like laminate.
In a way, its like
The spirit.
Squeeaaaks
And swings to the wall
In a thump of agony.
Lever-action. The bolt
Cliiiicks
To the hammer, before the
Brittle door-shavings
Rocket outwards in a
BANG!
Metal shatters like laminate.
In a way, its like
The spirit.
A poem about erosion.
#12 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.
© Lewis Hyden, 2018
#12 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.
© Lewis Hyden, 2018
(18/M/London, UK)
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