Fire Sale

Readymade;
the way they sold it
with the dewy eyes
and the dreams inside.

Glorious;
just then they moved it
away from me and you.
Out into the unseen.

Poignant;
this time I’m
running on water,
running past sound.

Hollowed;
this time I’m
trying too hard,
running my mouth.

Cleansing;
change is a motion.
We moved away silent,
torn and thrown to the ocean.

#365DaysOfPoetry