In storm's eye, houses fell as if they are matchsticks, burnt black, thinned of fire.
Streets awashed with debris, smelled of pissed fear & dead fish with blameless eyes.
She walks with her nose covered by towel, damp of tears and meal prayers.
Your words a flint, hungry for air, reaches for my lips petalled of rain.
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - First 3 lines are about the plight of the people in the Philippines after the storm. My thoughts and prayers are with them.
Thanks for the visit ~