Asphyxiate
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1 min readApr 10, 2017
So just one grain of dust, one catalyst,
can spark this condensate, this change of form
that stifles each of us. I sense a shift
from hope to sorrow; lightning in the sky
now fades to charcoal. Drink up — wine, not water
In this, I fear, you leave us with no choice.
Excerpt from “Fire” (working title) from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.