The Change

Moon

Illustration courtesy of the NASA Image Gallery

by Hailey Holcomb

 

Bones shift
stretch
pop
quick
made to feel like
eternity
by the agony.

Screams rise and
fall on deaf ears
as skin stretches to
breaking.

Losing
control
‘What’s happening?
Make it
stop,
someone,
anyone?’

Finished,
over.
Every sense comes to life.

Ears twitch at
rustling leaves
and soft fur waves to the
breeze.
The smell of the earth,
the dirt, the trees,
makes blood boil.

Muscles spring
running
fleeting free
untouchable
Peace.

 

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