The fright flew

through the air.

Propelled preposterously 

towards his croissant.

Sent it cascading,

tumbling from his plate.

The weight

of carbohydrates. 

Hits the staircase, 

falling from grace.

Oh, what a waste!

Conor Giblin (he/him) is an aspiring poet from Manchester, UK. He likes to read poetry that makes him gasp out loud + spends most of his time obsessing over new music and watching Drag Race. You can follow him on Instagram @conor.co.uk and on Twitter @conorjgiblin.