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Jun 2020 · 126
Dripping Paint
Rowan Finn Mott Jun 2020
Human howls at night
Painted rocks scattered
Lying just beneath sight
You remain prepared to shatter

I try
to live the lie
That world said was okay.
I can’t help but sigh
when my mind relays
the non-existent graduation
that was supposed to be mine.

Wandering through
blinding darkness
a voice crackles
under the strong steel treads
of your boot.

Sparks of compassion
and courage ignite
off the quickening flame.

Fear becomes reality
Laughs turn to sorrow.

The world turns grey.

Yet every gallon of grey paint
has a drop of silver lining.
Jun 2020 · 142
Black Cat
Rowan Finn Mott Jun 2020
The world laid at our feet
All that we have ever known
All that we have ever been

Our lives turning
sometimes faster than the world spins

Our year
sunrise to sunset
We sat listening to the soundtracks of our lives
Staring at the darkness that lies beyond
Attempting to focus on how
we are where we are

Quite suddenly out of the neighboring bushes
leaps a black cat
its cries louder and louder
as it scampers to our knees.

Our realities dictated
by more than superstition.

— The End —