their reflection in your eyes, burned
tears ashes on your cheeks, sparks
blowing in the frenzied breath
of a fire-thirsty beast.
Absence of air, intense
suffocation, green screaming
with scorched breath,
suppleness falling, falling, falling
everywhere, rubble and ruin.
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6/30 Prompt: “write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks.”
“green screaming” beautiful and horrible at the same time. Powerful piece!
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