Poetry

Periphery

The walls of my vision split like an atom,

bursting a billion stars like plastered plastic barbies reduced to pellets.

Gaseous particles bomb the dark for their friends to see,

in the cold of an endless night for a tiny fleeting light.

My hearing shatters at the point of heart break,

falling deaf on the kitchen floor to silence scattered forevermore.

Poignant pins drop to send a shock,

washing waves over a dam of the damned for only a moments’ peace.

Barely passing my periphery,

is that love I see?

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