Who Knew
when the end came
it would be beautiful?
A fresh skin of earth
scrubbed clean of dirt.
Under innocent blue
skies, buds burst pink
with the greedy thirst
of newborn lungs
for a first breath. We
sucked air like milk
bawled like infants at
flower petals falling
like silk on pavements.
One thousand endings
for any new beginning
& only the unborn
understood the waiting.
Curled up & humming
small dreams of light
broken to many colours.
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Gita Ralleigh is a writer, doctor & medical humanities student . Her pamphlet ’A Terrible Thing’ is forthcoming from Bad Betty Press. Find her on Twitter @storyvilled