Alexander Limarev, Trio
Missing Persons
S. C. Flynn
Your only friends are online contacts,
prisoners of each other
sensing the distant trembling,
using the solution against themselves.
You create your own types of silence
as sad consequences of the afternoon,
arguing with podcast announcers
in response to signals of nothing.
Later, hope appears as a flash in the night
but finishes buried in an unmarked grave
while you try to catch the light in your hands.
Fear is a sick dog in a basement
stoking isolation so intense
that it burns you for the rest of your life.
S. C. Flynn
Your only friends are online contacts,
prisoners of each other
sensing the distant trembling,
using the solution against themselves.
You create your own types of silence
as sad consequences of the afternoon,
arguing with podcast announcers
in response to signals of nothing.
Later, hope appears as a flash in the night
but finishes buried in an unmarked grave
while you try to catch the light in your hands.
Fear is a sick dog in a basement
stoking isolation so intense
that it burns you for the rest of your life.