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

forming a firm allegiance.

The 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.