poetry Writing

Poetry maybe. #11

One more breath

the aftermath of rage will be

further away after

just one more breath

exhale the binding threads

flammable in our mind.

safe cotton in someone else’s eyes.

miles of fields on fire

that will never be frozen

the damage in the air

feels like release

we regret seeming young,

looking helpless before

turning every fiber into

ash

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