A Series Of Deaths
love,
a series of deaths
by design...
self immoliations
by candle light.
intimate Gethsemenes,
crosses that smell familiar.
bodies left silent
by unmarked roads.
small furry animals
killed by cars in the night.
yet i stand by your window,
with unrestrained eyes...
hands opening and closing,
drool on my chin.
watching you sweep the floor,
of any last trace.
naming the demons
that stole the night!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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