NanU part two! And sits vac!

So wonderful science girl, NanU is still at the helm of the bus. A marathon double, never been done before (ithink) So well done to her and a mighty big thanklo!
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I don't think I quite fulfilled the brief of NanU's second prompt, to build a poem up over time and across different moods, but then anything goes on the bus so long as you write. But it did make me rewrite, which is something I rarely do, and that's the whole point, to create something that might not exist only for the bus. I'll probably rewrite it some more and see what I end up with.

Roses by the river

Blood and Petals

Only words

Are they enough

Holding on

Floating

Face down

Drowning

In self importance

Speaking mirrors syllables

By any other name

metaphors

perpendicular

To cause

the effect

your pocket demons

safe on the banks

Grab your towel

Grab your comb

Run for your life

The skies full of

Your alien spacecraft, closer

In the rear view mirror

City beams burn,

Cut, pull yourself apart

Kill yourself for one more poem

Kill yourself just to make it stop

This war of the words

This plague this pestilence

This poison

This butterfly knife

This poetry

Reigning down

Will kill us all.