Preying vultures laugh, a shotgun wedding party, empty gown—remains.
Outstretched feeble hands, the mournful tree—sighed, my evergreen love.
My steps grow shorter. A cloak of snow longer than my imagination can muster weighs upon weary bones.
A weeping hydra its seed sowed; the revealing— snapdragons’ repose
Into the void; where I am lead
Stands the sempiternal stone
Unsteady snow prints blood rushed away in white-out a wounded wolf’s wail
a crowning bloom amidst stone
I still remember
To be one’s own gravedigger a tragedy never able to finish the job
shatter in three
Smoke in their eyesA silver glint in the wineShe’s serving scallops, salad, and strychnineBittersweet platter of petite deceits The dinner party’s dead “What’s your poison?” Said Death’s-headAtramentous wings shed a decaying scent“Jealousy.”The Reaper fed