I am thunder
the wavelength of
afterthought
in the wake of
an atmosphere rending
strike of a life
⌁₊˚⊹ ⊹˚₊⌁
She was lightning
tree splittingly quick
sand meltingly hot
God’s crackling finger
reached from heaven
to stir the pot
⌁₊˚⊹ ⊹˚₊⌁
The deafening reaction
a roaring rejection
an outpouring of malediction
disintegrated
at the point of meeting
a heated clamor
bludgeoning the air as proof
⌁₊˚⊹ ⊹˚₊⌁
So, I was born in her
destructed poof
bits and pieces of debris
reconstructed in the
consumed image
a photo-mosaic of
humanity
shreds of everyone who
isn’t the brokenly wicked
former me
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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There’s something powerful in how you put pain and strength together.
The energy really hits, like I can almost hear those two hands clapping. Proof that even from chaos, beauty gets pieced back together. ✨