Libraquarius

Comments (0) Issue 3, Poetry, Writing

Libraquarius: A Poetic Story

By Scarlet Phoenix Rise

 

It was raining outside

So I ran out in my shorts,

The warm

Air

Keeping me afloat.

I ran past the bark

Mulch

And the rivers of mud,

Trotting along

Unafraid of

The lack of sun

Through the alleys I went,

Past the old meadow brook,

The water

Unwinding;

Making me look

And I thought for a

Moment

And remembered our

Dream,

With the rivers so winding

And Armageddon screams

When  the

Crows

Started circles

In the red-running sky.

And I thought that the

Chance

For

Us

Couldn’t pass by.

So I woke from my daydream

And started your way

Under the overpass

Ignoring the frays

And

Ignoring

The pigeons

And all of their waste.

I just

Couldn’t

Care;

I had to

Make haste.

I turned past the fences,

Rotting and

Worn,

On my way to

You

To forget that I’m

Torn;

To forget that I’d lost you

And drop all my tears;

Just wanted to

See

You

After these few years.

I approached the same workplace

I’d found you before

And the squinting to see you

Made

My

Eyes

Sore.

But I came a bit closer and saw that same face

That I’d looked upon

Years ago;

Made my heart

Race

And I tripped on a guardrail,

Unlikely is so

But I lifted on up again

Itching to go.

And I crossed the same street that

We walked on

Before,

The cars, streaming past me,

My heart

Racing

More

And I got to the gas station,

Heavy with stench

With a cigarette butt can

Next to a bench

Where the people let go of their flames and

Their cares

Smoking their minds away, so unaware

Of my love for the man

Who sold them their lighters,

Who gave them their butts,

And calmed down the fighters.

But of course, I can’t smoke now, ‘cause I am a fighter

I ran through the door,

My fists

Clenching tighter

And laid eyes ‘pon the man

Who kindled my flame

Who built me all up

And brought me to shame

And I remembered the

Name

Of the thing we once

Had;

Libraquarius;

So empty, So sad.

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