Bus at Sunset

It’s not much of a life you’re living

brushed pale
watery orange, the sky stretches
into

powder blue. The sun
is vivid, hung and burning like
the best years of my life
are dipping,
aflame with it. Soon

it will be black,
key change – Siberian winds,
unhappiness bitten
and crumbling
placing weights upon my tongue

there is a fire
smokeless and controlled
in the deep, squirming
guts of me
that flirts with burning out

in the slipstream of November
there is nothing left
to spit, but ash
flapping barricades are
brushed past

and just like that,
dismantled.

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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