A Break-Up: Part 7

He said, “I’ll remember you like this:
the sound
of ice falling from the sky.”
Only we were not in the city,
and not a car in sight.
I can only imagine he meant
the ant mounds apocalypse;
the sound of chaotic uncaring
wrath.
This stung.
I sought shelter that night,
alone, in a holey tent,
reviving survivors by flashlight
and sounds of healing hums.

(napowrimo day 6….and for April pad day 6 challenge over here: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-6)

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  1. I appreciate how the cacophony resolves into “healing hums.” This is quite lovely

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