Chill

I count the skulls that stare at me
With polished slack-jawed reverie
Twenty two and neatly stacked, I
Think they know I’m looking back

I still myself while bronze keys chime
They have no hands and yet mark time
The upturned hornet feels it too, she
Fights to stand to spite she’s through

I wait as endings e’re show up
Sip strangeness cooling in my cup, peace
Lily blooms but leaves curl brown
I feel the reaching, weathered shroud

and grin

-me


Painting: Focus in Chaos, by Another-Scarlet-Lily, on Deviantart.com

~ by April on September 7, 2019.

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