Twink’ling with the
eyes of stars
It beckoned me, “Peer
within!”
The golden light danced
on walls
Of dark, wooden panels
thin
Crimson poppy on his
breast
Hunched and ragged,
languishing
Tears soon came in
gravity
He gripped his papers,
trembling
Dexterously, he plucked
petals
Of the bloody poppies
free
Inhaling the earthly
core
He begged for rest, “Come
to me.”
His words were lost in
liquid
Misery, his face lines
spun
Volumes of tactile
anguish
His drowning eyes met
mine, stunned
The crystal glass his
prison
Impenetrable rampart
Unraveled threads
between us
Leaving him with
shattered heart
Breezy fingers mussed
his hair
And to the floor his
papers fell
With a weighty final
flutter
And his tears drew him
towards hell
Aching alone in agony
Oblivion of dying
Stars, that watched the
corpses dance
Of crumpled poppies
flying
Crackling hardness
encircled
The window’s edge and
creeping
Fractals, icy, forming
frost
I watched: lost him to weeping
Death’s grip found his
marble throat
Window to ice
surrendered
The bloody fingers,
poppies
His riven eyelids
conquered
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