Shreds
When thousands came together. Sequestered in every drop. Tied together with bonds of rope. Torn to shreds in every corner. Could there have been something else, leaning in on us? The man came up to me one day, leave, he said. That was all. He fathomed not that I belong here. And every day, the same comes up to me. Before it's too late.
I have never climbed a mountain. Not the sierras that tore the sky. But upon hills, mere bumps I ran. Finished, I got tired. So sick I couldn't stay at home. But I couldn’t ever pick up the lake. Large, green, blue. The color of teardrops in bulging eyes. It ran up to me.
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Just that day, I heard the noises in the night. Voices over phones that rang with only one tone, violence. I couldn’t help it but only to think, the day had passed by. It held no weight on its back. No burden. But till the end. I won’t wait.
A noise startled me. As it fled. Hidden beneath the vast pit. Only to rise up to the sky. But that, only to shower down on us like ninety shards of marble. It bent our necks until they cracked, because of who we were. Our thoughts sequestered, yet again. But only to wander, what was to come.
We found out the next morning, torn to shreds. Like a broken vase. Shards splintering bare feet. What wanders. What thoughts. All yet to come true.
