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Writer's pictureKyx

shock blanket



the wild fire has at last died down

we've emerged, safe and sound

shaking. in your fear you drown

while standing on solid ground


my hug is a verb, not a noun

i’ll wrap my arms around

you, the only thing I know how

i'll be your shock blanket, for now


i can’t smoothen that frown

or say, what’s lost can be found

but i can tell you: "i'm proud

of us, for making it out.”

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