Hiroshima, by Emilie Lauren Jones

Man-made star’s last breath:

inhales birds, men, buildings,

exhales chaos.

 

Fingers cling to skin,

metallic blood melts from gaps

– misshapen humans.

 

Last acts blacken floors,

skipping children stopped mid-jump.

We are all shadows.

 

 

Emilie Lauren Jones:

Most recently published in Here Comes Everyone Magazine, Emilie runs regular poetry workshops in Coventry and has just completed an MA in Creative Writing at The University of Birmingham. Twitter: @EmilieLaurenxxx