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Poetry Drafts / 23 December 2022

TW: Flashing Images

Stroboscopic lightning and needled firs,
you ride as I suffer the rage of cones,
sap rise and fall, backs bounce on boulders,
balls bounce, balls … bounce … bounce;
you ride the lightning, rip me to shreds,
then silence, stillness, only breath;

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.