The Anticipation Of Implosion

Poem By Oni Hayes

Vibrating fingers echo
Starting slow and ending fast, a reputation of breaths
A pulsing clock moving in snail’s motion
A melody in the silence

Fidgeting, no position feels acceptable
Humid hands locked together
Abdominal butterflies flicker
The heart and mind race together

Questions waiting to be solved
A beating bomb’s anticipation of implosion
Over exaggeration for an understatement

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This is very well written with a great title. Good one. Hugs Anna xxx


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