Madison Britt what precedes the fall of a mending heart when will guides to whole an ungrateful truth less darkness in lieu what begins the fall of a healed heart of which touches deep in feverish keep to hold on what’s after the fall… Continue Reading “the fall”
Put hammer to the watch and hourglass;
Be rid of seconds, minutes, hours, days!
Someone asked me if I missed you.
Little by little do I see, / The shaking of the changing trees
I should see it coming.
The loss of what used to be.
I am from the neighborhood park, / From the sand in every pocket and all the screaming kids.
I hate you.
A storm of blackened smoke obscures your eyes
From the clouds to a nearby tree or roof, a lightning bolt takes only a few thousandths of a second / to split through the air.