Something
Breathes in
The shadows where
The spectacular
Stars
Drown.
You and I stare
Silently at that
Ill-defined
Terrain with folded holes.
Redundancies that
Make this world
Appear smooth
Dissolve, and
We wait —
Still here, holding
Hands, counting all our
Moments, fearing that
Some monster or
Some
Gigantic ball of
Fire would
Smash us up.
But we wait still
Until death — hanging
On to a continuum
Where the holes
Are hidden
Carefully.
About the Author
Fariel Shafee studied physics. However, she loves to write and paint. Her poems have been published by Parabnormal, Eccentric Orbits 5, SpecPo Verse, etc.
