The clamor from the crash
reverberates around,
as fractures appear
in the fabric of self,
and concussion from the impact
cracks with shocking
force, to rip away
all sense of place.
The shattering of reality
brings chaos
crashing down
as time splinters,
while the collision brings together,
even as the explosion
rips apart, all the
pieces left of us.
© Sara Murray, 22 June 2017
I love this, really makes you think about the processes we go through when terrible things happen. Hope the weather there is better than Scotland where I’m sitting in a jumper with the heating on (flaming June my eye).
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