A poem by Sofia Sears
two roads intersect at midnight
the world cracks apart as the cars collide
the lightning prys through broken windows into empty houses
tries to grasp onto life where there is none anymore
her spine cracks as he shoves her to the ground
he says he really didn’t mean to
sterility and cream colored curtains; last words
her mother’s body still in the hospital bed
a dog runs across a path heedlessly
the splat of flesh and heart shrieks; no one hears
a child is asleep in her bed, waiting for santa claus
and she won’t wake up tomorrow
we still celebrate christmas when fathers and mothers die
we still rejoice around the fire when we know no plump man will be bringing us anything tonight
we still live for false dreams like they are angels come to bring us our salvation
the world gives and gives and gives
but more often, it takes and takes and takes.
no rhyme. no rhythm. no explanations.
trying to stoke the universal flame that swallows all
and tries to create something beautiful from the ash.