An
Empty Sun
This
morning I slid the narrow edge of a razor across
my
wrists...
my
blood was warm, moving with deliberate caution
across
my arms and onto the bed
it
was so dark... dark and red.
I
was amazed at how it flowed
like
a flower growing its petals,
after
the spring rains
This
morning the sun came up
like
a villain in the movies
running
over the crest of a hill
bathing
my world in speed and a sudden
rush
of air, pushing the clouds to the east,
a
white comforter being thrown back.
My
head is draining, sleep is easy, it's all ephemeral now.
I
can feel the cold breath of the dead pulling at
my
Judas spirit.
Meditation
is out, prayer is dead,
family
is lost, nations crumble at my feet,
DNA
is polluted, bones are infected.
God
is on Sabbatical.
Only
my blood, my empty veins
and
the sun remain.
Rpleith
4/20/2015
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