SNOW GLOBES IN OOTY
When they first talked about the sun flaking,
and how instead of ashes
love grew cold as it fell
I waited for a rising wind to shake
kisses from my hair,
and all around me would be a swansong
of stars torn into fragrant and screaming pieces
just because I hummed a wrong note.
This is what happens
when you mistake flames for flowers,
the world shatters.
*First published in Sonic Boom, April 2022.