Tonight the darkness
Congeals to clots;
Blood let
In unexpected pools
Made by an unceremonious wound
After a precipitous fall,
The ledge concealed
By years of flowers
Never meant to grow.

Death sometimes occurs
Without warning,
After years of near-birth,
An unwelcome hello
Cloaks the most dire
Of ends,
The final paragraphs of a book
Authored by fate itself,
The characters unaware
Of themselves,
A plot unfulfilled
By chapters penned
In invisible ink,
Unsaid words,
And dead coyotes.

I will wake tomorrow,
The light from your star
Snuffed by time spent
In a parallel world
Of shadows never cast.

06/14/2015

Posted on 06/14/2015
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