Hush
Mushroom clouds unfolding in the sky,
Soul holding a gun,
Penniless,
Hopeless,
Robbed of his self,
Crawling along,
Waiting to get closer,
She lit a fire,
To hide her tears,
Setting down herself,
Prone on the floor,
Begging the beast to consume her,
Cradling all her strength in her hands,
Gloom took over before she could bloom,
He pulled his index finger back,
The only reason was found in the confused happy mash,
To lose what you have,
Want yourself,
Beware them both,
Greed and want,
An elegant caterpillar munched on more than he could chew,
He would never become a butterfly, she would never climb,
Not with that sort of strained yarn,
Slowly burning,
Each end,
Watching the brilliant fireworks,
Fading into a hush.
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Ann Herrold
A freelance writer that shares her experience with PTSD, trauma, depression, life, and love. Part of the LGBTQIA+ community, master procrastinator, bog goblin and expert pie eater.
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By Mark Graham5 days ago in Critique
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