Man-made star’s last breath:
inhales birds, men, buildings,
exhales chaos.
Fingers cling to skin,
metallic blood melts from gaps
– misshapen humans.
Last acts blacken floors,
skipping children stopped mid-jump.
We are all shadows.
Emilie Lauren Jones:
Most recently published in Here Comes Everyone Magazine, Emilie runs regular poetry workshops in Coventry and has just completed an MA in Creative Writing at The University of Birmingham. Twitter: @EmilieLaurenxxx
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