Things Fall Apart

Things Fall Apart
by Latorial Faison

Devils have done this deed
better than we ever could.

Hands and fingertips fail
to meet up with our verbs.

Words stare down from skies,
lighting up darkness, afraid to

fall on earth where we, in our
inadequacy, this falsity, have

failed to catch dreams in spite
of their brilliance, our ambition.

They fall apart while we bleed
euphemisms exorcising night.

© Latorial D. Faison. All rights reserved.
"Things Fall Apart" was published in Blackberry: a magazine, Issue 3, "Where the Light Is"

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