CITY OF LIGHT

Nina Antonia by Jason McGlade

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

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