It's Still Life

Singing in Time

He smirked, said the future
was in the clouds, that it’d
come down on a person like
a shower of rain.

Then he murmured something
about demons’ fire scores the skin,

so I learned to sing in time
with church bell chimes, my sins
churned away with a breath
and a raspy sigh.

Sunday Whirl #442 ©️ Misky 2020. This week’s words are: score future fire breath learn chime sigh demons shower smirk murmur churn