The Smell of Tragedy

The smell of tragedy is ominous

Lives derailed into prologues

Glass broken beneath banished dreams

Processing for desperation

In desperation

For desperate times

Again.

And their mouths are bound shut with murmurs of ideas or answers or the fleeting sound of many prayers

For tears on windows, innocence in backpacks, and leather burned by fear

Flowers dropped under a coal sky, with dusty wind that breeds itself —

The taste of metal is the air

And it is on my tongue

and the smell of tragedy is senseless

So I smear my words on paper to suffocate the pain.

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