Déchirure dans la lumière fantastique

Free Verse Fridays are biweekly poems written on a whim, inspired by my studio audience or whatever’s going on at the moment. Feel free to submit a theme, form, or idea for me in the comments below!

Screaming into the wind
Silenced by the rush
That whips by the open window

Intrusive thoughts from the top down
Grandparent, parent, child, apo
Unable to unfold itself

With the snap of gods finger, the air calmed and
I was left with the scars on my skin
And the blood on the page.

With no explanation
No response to the questions that rips
Into the light fantastic.

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