Shooting Star
a Poem by Raquel Swann
From the moment those careless words
Spilled from my tongue
They would fall upon deaf ears
Cast aside with the refuge
Poison extracted from a snake
Into a vile for testing
Turning my emotions
Into anti-venom
So the next soul would
Survive your bite.
I’m not the sun
As it shines over the mountains
In the late afternoon
I’m a shooting star
On a cloudy night
Momentary brilliance
And I’m gone
Out of your sky
At the speed of light.
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