maybe the fact that they were so still
so silent waiting for the flash
that still smelt of sulfur
and of something slightly more potent
than should invade this sensible sphere
the way they stare
we still don't dare yet
to thrust our whole face straight into the lens
but there they sit stiff spined
with the story plain on their faces
and they scare me
their eyes shove up against my mind
probing searching to see
if i have something that makes that stillness
worth surviving
if i can stand staring into the future
unafraid
that is how i see you in my mind
stuck in sepia
1 comment:
wow! i really like this one. it's just so true and haunting. the photographs are like the carcasses of fireworks by comparison to the person, but they do seem to be staring and imploring with their eyes. it gave me shivers. (and by the way, the stillness on this side definitely sees something worth surviving for in your mind)
keep writing amazing poems hannah!
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