invisibility

CYANIDE HOME FOR THE ALONE

 

Diminished into

Invisibility

Miniaturized

Seeking affirmation

Of existence

Go in search of

Society’s mirrors

Lacy peach stone

With intricate cells

Like living spaces

For the atomic-sized

Seems a good starting point

Bang on their doors

No one sees the invisible

No one hears the truthful

Oh, yes,

Peach stones

Lovely yet toxic

Ah someone sees me

Someone beyond the small stone

Laughing child

Aiming for the sky

Gleefully kicking it

Pointing

As it orbits his world

Ending in a splashdown

In a polluted, overfilled gutter

Draining into the sewers

Of the city’s heart…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

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