The lips don’t move, crisis stuns
The crows caw, but no one hears
Night falls, leaden moon
Shadows crawl with gritted teeth
across the years of misery
In pockets of clouds
Phantasmagoric light shines
Fireflies flutter
She makes her way into night
The sounds of her steps, a stutter
Night fades into sunrise
with a whisper barely heard above
the rustle of the wind-tossed leaves
Coffins close, crypts are sealed
Unlucky turn to smoldering ash
a broken rengay written with Barbara Leonhard and Melissa Lemay
published in Hotel Masticadores
Comments