The world still burning
Everybody wants to rule
Yet not extinguish
Temperatures are rising
The tides brush our homes
We skirt the problem
So precious, they mine
All that glitters is not gold
Peer through miner's lung
Hyperventilate
One deep breath in paper bag
They tell us, just breathe....
About the Creator
Vi Nguyen
Writer, poet and budding filmmaker on a quest to spark ripples in the consciousness and to bridge the divide through universal understanding.
Melbourne, Australia
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven7 days ago in Fiction
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