Alicia Turner

Transitions

Bossa Nova night
desert skies basking
in peyote moon

saccharine stars
phosphorous
clinging to roof of
naked
existence.

Can you hear the winds 
of change? 

Can you see the blood flow
through society crimson,
at its downfall?

The wolf howls and the rodents
scampering paws scrape insatiably
in a world, in its terminus point.

We were always destined to be
creatures of our own demise,
drowning in the rabid quagmire 
of greed, floating upon the ticking

time bomb, of our very own annihilation. 

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Alicia Turner holds an MA in English and is a grant writer & storyteller. She can mostly be found writing confessional, conversational poetry in an over-priced apartment somewhere in WV. Her work is featured or forthcoming in Four Lines (4lines), CTD's ‘Pen-2-Paper’ project, Voicemail Poems, FreezeRay Poetry, Drunk Monkeys, Luna Luna, Defunkt Magazine, époque press, Space City Underground, The Daily Drunk, among others.