Close your eyes; I don't want
you to see grief.
Unexpected, sudden accidents
that sneak up on you
like the impact of a road bug
slapping the windshield
with all the juices of its body
a long grey streak
provides a buffer,
the sound before
the blood.
You will feel it inevitably
like other creatures
know
what waits patiently
in the darkening
will feed on them
for years.
1 comment:
What with comment moderation I am uncertain as to whether I have commented on this post already - if not, it was my intention to do so and will do that now.
Beautiful deep words on that that is death which awaits us all...the older I get the more I think of (not dwell upon) it. It will come - but hopefully not soon...
Anna :o]
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