Poetry by Christianna Cannon


Cold and alone with my guts on the outside, I wonder
What made God choose me to die tonight?
Through fire and stone, and muscle and bone
Something black descends upon me
I cannot express my fright
Something with dark wings of thunder

My final breath is shaky
My last glimpse of the sky
Broken as I tremble
Lying here waiting to die
The wrath of God himself
Tore into me like a blade
The moment I have wished for
I can't believe I'm so afraid

circa 1998-99.

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