Another exciting entry to the Lead & Pulp Poetry universe! Coming to us from Down Under. For your reading pleasure the one, the only Cyra!

You told me I could reach the sky then

shot me down just as I began to fly

As I lie here bleeding, asking ‘why?’


Inside, a hallway paved with shared affirmations

the floors made up of compounded flirtations

the electricity powered by our mutual infatuation


That gleeful chuckle

the way you snuggle

How you shout ‘again!’

and marvel at the rain


Gone are the days

we would spend in bed in a daze and

each other amaze in myriads of ways


It feeds on us

our raptures

our fractures

provides meaning

stops us disbelieving

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