Uproar

Lightning strikes and 
the room lights up,
only to darken again.

Midnight drags on with
the worked-out moon
yearning for a break.

The sky bursts with rage
and this time,
the sun doesn’t save us.

Umbrellas broken,
bathing in the
city garbage cans.

Restless bodies fidget
in a bed full of tears.
The world cannot sleep at a time like this.
c

crisscross

NY

17 years old

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    Her lids webbed in waves: 

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    when a star dies, it is a violent explosion.

    it can emitt more light than an entire solar system.

    and while it pulses with hot gas and blue light,

    it slowly dims. until its remnants are scattered

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