Sunday, September 28, 2014

Save Me

This one's called "Save Me"

The yellow glow from
the shadeless filament casts
halfhearted glares on my
living room window

I'm staring - staring at
myself, faded colors
mistranslating

Now the night gets
colder, rain turns to hail that
clicks on glass like
bullets from heaven

the crackles are shackles
from embers of
burnt oak that
breathe shadows
on the walls

A dull chime
from the grandfather clock
and I'm done seeing me
but I still stare

outside blackness turns
dark purple as dawn arrives

My face lessens in the window;
it's almost gone now
I see headlights at
the edge of the driveway -
at the edge of darkness,
and they meet my eyes and
blind me

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