Dust, some catch the light
Others subtle, reflections
Of
Immolation
Enmeshed in the black bauble
Her shoe, a payday treat
Powder in the storm
Where once sat the wine drinker
Glass shatters
In the nightmare realm
Transfixed
Soft flutter from the carnage,
Scarlet
Brushstrokes in atrocity’s palette
Fading like watercolours
Tracing arcs of splintered breath
Absence ripples in the city square
Trauma
Imprinted on the air
