That Eternal Aftermath

It’s burst,
that Red Balloon floating
over the spindly-legged delicate
black lace Eiffel.

It splattered balloony-guts
in violent gouts
so grotesque
it’s nearly absurd,
and their
rubbery red-joke streaks
on the side
of that squatty arc
are anything but

That’s how it works, terrorism…
that shock,
and your life
is doomed to never
the same
and yet never
rinse-repeat cycle…

That’s how it is…
in my own private Paris,
misogynistic othering
phobic policing
sacks of pure hatred
shitting swaths
of bullets from
and bursting Balloons here
and over the rainbowtumblr_ml9q09f3Za1rlrdqeo1_1280

5 thoughts on “That Eternal Aftermath

  1. Hugs, ‘Rissa! It’s all a bit much, isn’t it? Just the other day I was wondering why we all can’t just get along- both on the larger and small scales.

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