Zora: The Coming of The Sun

Dear Mister Perfect Destruction...

PoetryArvia Walker

I saw a shooting star today…it reminded me of you.

A fleeting love; bursting into flames once entering the earth’s atmosphere, only to crash and burn upon arrival to the surface.

But you were mine…If only for just a moment.

We spent it in the sky high; completely consumed by each other.

Somehow I found perfect peace in the middle of our storm. 

Your chaos was comforting.

I felt safe in your harm.

We were…The perfect destruction.