Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
6d
The sky was
yellow
and there were
versions
of the sun
roaming

Electricity flicks through my ears
it all cares little for my animal fear

The sky was
intense
violent where so many
sisters
of the sun
shone

Run away slips vibrant through my brain
the mechanisms of life won’t allow me to remain

The air was
passive
in that moment
before
the balance
of sky broke

That moment was most of my own existence
but little of me matters in a brilliant indifference

I was some
carbon
one-tenths hydrogen
more oxygen
where she begins
everything

Composed entirely of one explosion
when I couldn’t oppose a single implosion

The ground was
shaking
and there were
vapors
becoming
of all that was stone

Plasma drifts by my tears
it so cares not that I disappear

All the clouds
soup or
already belonged
to her-
I am not
a witness

I am a passage through her cycle of embers
The critical atoms in her final center
from may 28, 2022
poem from the past a day #45
third in a four part series
a minimal thing describing the end of the world. thematically, not really connected to the other 3 poems around it, but the fourth poem will have a light storyline that allowed this one to slot right in.
perhaps now things are beginning to make sense. more later.
findingkitsunes
Written by
findingkitsunes  26/Michigan
(26/Michigan)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems