Jamie O'Connell

MY SKULL STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

 

how termites
make
their way
to light
when trees
explode
masking
horizon
dripping dew
into you and
swallowing
my screams
draped in
duct tape
how liquids
inside
the trunk turn
to gas and
ignite the bark
forest folding in
on itself
some will die
instantly
the others
disposed
to disease
how my words
are fire pits
left behind
to whisper
embers



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