Wednesday 26 April 2017

Fireball


I do not walk through this disaster with
my hands covering my eyes
I do not step across the ruins of
this fragmented, shattered shell 
or run through the forest with
the wind in my hair
the trees so high they block the sun
fear not, my love
this fear it is alive
I can see
my hands are not covering my eyes

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