Sweet Ruptures

Sweep Ruptures

Living in a lack of want
Every part of you is perfect —
The gods are smiling
But the electricity is gone

All around is sand —
Strangled by the hourglass
We make our way down
As time makes us

Grasping for “material”
Scraps of narrative
Buffers for normalcy
Climaxes pass
But we’re numb to edges

A stale air hovers as I wake
Every part of me so intact —
I am all too connected
Praying for my rupture

Melanie Falconer is a freelance writer and editor living in Los Angeles, California. Her writing mainly concerns philosophy, personal experiences, cultural commentary, and her love of the visual and performing arts. If you’d like to reach out to her, you can do so here.