akKunak (storm)

I gave birth to a demon,
a bad idea that could only get worse.
You cut me with the velocity
in which you fall.
There’s a story here
with missing pages.
A margin that hides a secret.
A tempest without the wind.
You’re vicious and voracious,
like the hem on a model’s dress.
A kin to be a guardian,
of a soldiers last conquest.

M.

Poetry

Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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