Daily Post prompt – Prophecy

Fixed loosely or uselessly on your frame of reference,
This prophecy sees you in bold, deep reflection.
Spun out on a loom of massive intent,
The sun on your skin looms large in the night.
Fast and fiery that you are,
The stars test your integral gloom
Like a handful of paint chips from a neon car
You show nothing in the day of course,
Killing time, encircling high above
The predictions we all believe we know,
For you foreordained by law
An empty corner of the beastly sky
is where you will make your destiny

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Zoophobia

Fur (n.) a covering of hair, often found on animals and human young 

 

Furry cute little creatures.

Creatures that bite,

Bite at your nose,

hands and

Ears

They sense your presence

And your fears

You can never go by

That cage in the window

Without those

glassy

black

Eyes

Staring. you. out.

Out of the cage

Out of sight.

Years pass by and you say you’re

All right.

They won’t harm you

‘Can’t.

Probably not even alive’

But their trace survives

Inside your head

Your brain cage

Between your ears

And although you know that they are dead,

You still feel

the.                                               Terror

Instilled in you

By the fur years

 

 

Ashy Heart

Scarlet swirling sent

Skywards

Crackling coals cool

The heat remains in 

The buried ash

A glowing cave surrounded.
It glimmers, glows and doesn’t 

Go out

It feeds its flames with memories of fire

The nourishing thoughts.
Embers reddening to black

It is consumed by consumption and feeds a carbonated, carbonised  world

The blackened edges of our society 

Brittle around its ashy heart