I am thunder
the wavelength of
afterthought
in the wake of
an atmosphere rending
strike of a life
⌁₊˚⊹ ⊹˚₊⌁
She was lightning
tree splittingly quick
sand meltingly hot
God’s crackling finger
reached from heaven
to stir the pot
⌁₊˚⊹ ⊹˚₊⌁
The deafening reaction
a roaring rejection
an outpouring of malediction
disintegrated
at the point of meeting
a heated clamor
bludgeoning the air as proof
⌁₊˚⊹ ⊹˚₊⌁
So, I was born in her
destructed poof
bits and pieces of debris
reconstructed in the
consumed image
a photo-mosaic of
humanity
shreds of everyone who
isn’t the brokenly wicked
former me
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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