How do I define how I feel
steam rising from a pot
left on to boil and forgotten
fruit rotting quietly on the branch
thinking of its inevitable fall
the final splat a fade to black
the sky heavy just before a storm
the weight of it pressing like juice
running down a child’s chin
as he laughs chasing his sister
who’s stolen his pit
steam rising from a pot
left on to boil and forgotten
fruit rotting quietly on the branch
thinking of its inevitable fall
the final splat a fade to black
the sky heavy just before a storm
the weight of it pressing like juice
running down a child’s chin
as he laughs chasing his sister
who’s stolen his pit