POETRY

Lightning Forces Ran Amuck

Ambitiously teleporting signals

Jill Eng
Write Under the Moon
1 min readJun 5, 2024

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The top of a single candle burning with a black background
Photo by Jarl Schmidt on Unsplash

compelled by discoveries
she entered the realm of pictures
frosted speculation
ratings of empty mouths
talented composers with depth
sharing golden dashboards
peculiar indexes rinsed skin

lightning forces ran amuck
ambitiously teleporting signals
coming together without warmth
listening to labyrinths of whetted fear
dictated by group therapy
commercialized in weight

rising allowances
merging righteousness with ownership
fraying decisions about nothing
wigged by deliberate junk
sailing seamlessly

mountains of studded cells
contagious freezers hoarding soup
area-drops dominating
it was an uncomfortable pocket of time

sleep eventually came
morphine assisted the process
people sang

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Jill Eng
Write Under the Moon

Mindfulness book author. On Medium I write on emotional trauma, philosophy, relationships, writing, gratitude, mindfulness, and experiment with poetry.