Text dots bloom
(...)
From the middle of the screen
(...)
And I float there.
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I am the what-ifs -
The possibilities -
The held breath
beneath the ocean’s waves
as I dive between them.
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And you,
The writer,
The texter,
The space between the dots.
You are the bomb.
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You are the bomb
At the center of my life -
The fuse unlit and waiting -
And I’m searching for a match.
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You are the wrecking ball,
just before
it makes contact.
And I - I am behind
the wheel and levers,
swinging the arm.
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Ash tastes delicious
When it’s flavored with dreams:
A layer of “we wills”
With a dash of would be’s
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
@theuninkling
Author of Crystalline and the Hollow Touch Series (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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