Poetry · Writing

Flare

Silent sky on a screaming night.

 

Lose light silently over

the peak horizon.

It’s screaming back

with red in his lungs

 

peak guns

red smoke

single stroke

on a screaming night.

 

He couldn’t pull the trigger.

Mind dancing on limbo

on a lonely island

staring the flare in the eye

 

below a silent sky.

 

 

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