Abscission

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

We all have the tasks we perform in life, though usually they fall into the ocean of choice we exist in - it all has it's own purpose.

Silenced rays fall upon heavy gray shoulders,

Begging for entrance

To perform the only job they know.

A puff of smoke falls from a pair of lips,

Before sinking in to the welcoming arms

Of this choking fog that enshrouds all.

Thunder rolls across the sky

And thick, heavy drops

Spill down onto cracked gray floors

Giving way to old life rooted deep within.

Muted orange, and red, and brown

Silhouettes are battered from above

And slip from gnarled tendrils,

Falling from life.

The only job they know,

Complete. 


Submitted: October 03, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Fayren Meric. All rights reserved.

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