fin


BRACE YOURSELVES –
this one’s off the Rictor Scale
bones trembling and pale,
leaving splintered shelves
to burn

HOLD YOUR BREATH –
hear the howling of the flames
as the black smoke claims
in a hot-tar sleep
drowning

DON’T LET GO –
the waters gorge themselves high
on the bleeding sky
wet lungs gasp star-bright
and shout

TAKE COVER –
a spark leaps across chasms
oxygen spasms
embrace your lover
waiting

this is how we end

© chris DINGLEY 2013

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