Dance Apocalyptic

Kevin C. Grant
Rainbow Salad
Published in
Sep 27, 2021
Photo By | David Hofmann

Suddenly,

before my eyes,

a fight for life.

Or maybe simple apprehension in letting go.

We succumb to the unseen poison,

our spastic movements erupt in rhythm,

as we waltz with a phantom reaper.

Her bottom points toward the sky,

down and up on cue,

calling forth the rain.

It won’t be long now.

Forgive me-

killing what had not harmed me.

An exorcism of life and demons,

on backward bent knees.

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Kevin C. Grant
Rainbow Salad

At the intersection of weird and wise… From where they make gumbo at to the city of Angels.