Worms will stir the dirt
tectonic plates slowly dance;
the earth never sleeps.
Desire, yearning:
burning hot, then dying out
but then, is reborn.
Salt stings at my eyes
my lungs burn, but it is here:
peace. Underwater.
Cold air and hot air
gives life, causes destruction:
beautiful chaos.
About the Creator
Katherine Glidden
I enjoy writing creative fiction as well as poetry. I tend to enjoy writing darker themes with many concepts and events drawn from my real life. I also enjoy photography and modeling as other creative hobbies.
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