white phosphorus, televised

a poem

white phosphorus, televised

i know how these things go, sometimes

the milky way’s soft arm tears a gap

between us. we learn how to say nothing

as each morsel of hope drops like phosphorus

from the sky, into earth. it’s perennial

grief, quickly coming towards me

and circling my body each time

i go square-eyed. i learnt this young,

still, nobody listens to children,

inches from dying. and sick

of watching it from my couch.

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I’ve been feeling very lost recently. I’ve been fearful, I’ve been angry, I’ve been despaired. The only way I’ve been able to feel any better about it is through writing, but there are still so many days where I can’t even bring myself to do that. I have a lot to say, but I think at the moment smaller forms of work are the only way I can break it all down and not go insane doing it.

I’ll be posting more poetry in the future and I hope you stick around for it. Take care of each other x