12th October 2016
Like a blind assassin, my rage at the nothingness crashes its way through town and village. Destroying all that falls in its path.
The indiscriminate lashing of flesh with flame.
I hear nothing but the monstrous rushing of my own blood as I
my way across the kingdom we built together.
All of your kindness and love crackles as its charred forms are left scattered in my wake.
For now I am the destroyer,
the bringer of pain and suffering
of weeping widows
and childless mothers.
30th June 2016
I wake up every morning with a hole in my chest.
It is about the size of a bowling ball and you can see straight through it.
And where my heart used to be, the moth,
trapped in a droplet of water,
flutters its damp and damaged wings.
Spreading a dust of scales across the cavity, which once held my heart.
4th October 2016
The rain came down;
Huge weighted balloons of water
breaking through the leaves to
upon my window ledge.
And as I lay,
I longed for it to pound
down upon my body
© Alexandra Wilmott 2018