I was lying asleep

In bed

When the fires came to us

Distant echoes


Growing closer, as missiles

Floated through the sky


Waiting for me

To awaken

Bleary eyed, squinting through

The window, as the sky flickered

A broken TV screen

Shades of tomb-green

And chest-infection yellow

Settling on an orange

Dirge, a funeral anthem

For the species

Breaking apart the city

Door handles and wing-mirrors

Scurrying through the air like fleeting

Creatures, fleeing the last cave of


Into the ever-light, a strange relief

As I basked in the warmth

And suddenly

Ceased to be.



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