Warn (poetry)

This must be what it’s like for God to mourn
Fall down with thorn
Hope stillborn
I’m here to warn

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The sign read: buy, sell, trade. But the sign was a lie. I plan to return and pass a note to the demon owner: it will flood again.


“I’m only doing trades right now”.

I can’t wait to pass him a note like a little kid from school. Gonna skip off too.

He’ll be watching his monitors for weeks in a panic. Thinking I’m unhinged.


“The floods will come again”.

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