Friday, 12 August 2016

Creative Writing // August 2016

It's been a while since I've managed to post any creative writing on here, but this is another from my final portfolio for university. Enjoy!



Apocalypse

Their love was fresh, muscular, kind –
full of backbone and conversation
cut from crystal, an expert craft
of lust’s heavy formulation.

Stripped bare, canyon-sized,
lucky with angels for evidence
and amateur visions of clouds
with a firm allegiance.

Clouds grew purple, structural,
a blackout of epic proportions:
biological fish on land and
bodies full of self-absorption.

The aftermath was drowsy, detached
and the wreckage poisonous.
A featherweight crash, the
end consuming, dark, mutinous.


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