(SPRING 2021) The Human Race | Talis Kroehler

They sent smoke into the air

but when she softened the smoke with rain

they ran away in ripples.

But I stayed.

I stood under acid rain

and I let myself feel the pain.

Alone, me and the world.

In the unfamiliar silence I could finally hear

she was crying one last cry for help.

But they had run away in ripples

leaving her derelict and devoid of tears.

No more ripples would run.