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.