literature

Cold Flowers

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I looked back; the city stretched and
pulled me under. I’ve lost my mind
in its jewellery stores and rat-holes,
eyes rolled seasick across its floors.

Angels and murderers ride the trains
mutely and cough when they cover
their mouths, flash their knives,
bare their teeth.

I’ll still walk a broken tunnel
long after I am gone

when the place has been picked clean
and the sun has passed out in her party
dress, the fairs all rolled away and
electric lights dying –

when I’ve made it to the edges
    crying and muddy on the banks of the river
    where God and the water meet

she’ll still be spread there, the sleeping
body of Ra, drunk cheeks for the
earth to warm its hands upon,

between the cold flowers
      of the morning after.
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haphazardmelody's avatar
I really love the imagery here.

I did feel as though the flow is a bit disjointed throughout - is this intentional? That can be powerful in its own right, but I wasn't sure if you meant it to read that way. Wow, redundant comment is redundant, ugh.

Regardless! I enjoyed it. :)