Read Poem: Remnants of a Blackout, by Madelyn Hennig

Expanding outwards the unknown and spectacular
Unrecognizable, macabre.

Colors that exist here among the
twists and curls.

Emotions so twisted and thorny,
I cannot bring myself to start to untangle them.
A concoction unheard of and new.

This thrives, while the sun has none
caked in dirt, I am left unsure but,
We are unable to leave.
Yet both of us look out of place.

We are stuck in a cycle
Only paying attention to the new if it is odd.
Emotions are lying
Or begging.

Rotted and new.