Crouched down beneath
A hummingbird's fluttering wings
Sizzle in heat
A sun torn apart
Its shards are falling down upon us
Cutting clouds in two
Making monsters in shadow
Our parents wouldn't recognize us
Mom, you wouldn't recognize me
Skin covered in a wet film
Droplets moving from brow to chin
All the oxygen gone
Even blood sweats
We laid on the grass
Conforming to our shapes
When the sun lights us ablaze
You won't recognize me anymore
Dad, you won't recognize me
No comments:
Post a Comment