a list poem
by aja-monet
You are a steady storm
a street light trembling
a field of shivering homes
a rusted goodbye pressed gently against the ear
whisper me a hurricane,
you are the flood
you are the knuckles of trees
set aflame.
You are the sky’s shoulder blades breaking
a cloud threading open
an angel folding his hands
the aftermath
a chandelier of fire tilting in my eyes
every time you leave.
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"Whisper me a hurricane".
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After love it seems I'm uninspired to write, but then I read your work and my brain begins to imagine up stories.
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