Saturated solution,
powdery problem;
dust to be blown away.
Wind has no memory,
won’t hold hands,
won’t play nice,
gets right inside;
easily upturns each corner,
unintended in its murmuring:
from a hush to barrage.
Destructive, its purest form,
its most honest stance.
Gusts of bravado from emphysemic compassion;
suspension of disbelief;
disdain is bright yellow.
Law of Conservation
at one point our truths were different
but our paths were the same
each chose different subjects
to broil in our minds
until their insides
popped out gruesomely
until mistrust grew hastily
until two precipitates formed
contempt choking me
guilt asphyxiating you
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#chemistry #precipitate #product #conservation #contempt
First published: PoV Symposium
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