New twist on the end

by August 1, 2020 0 comments

Captive to an explosion happening,
each spark hitching a fling into blackness,
the light beside dazzled shadows

with shine and glow. Fire that had burned
at the core, a genesis of sorts,
streaked behind into universal night.

It would eventually pockmark time.
One trace remained, a fuse of coiled rope,
still embered, writhing on the tile floor.

editors note:

Keep your combustibles close, your extinguisher closer; or step back and let ‘er burn. – mh clay

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