Red eclipse
Exhales of cold mist, float above the ashes of a broken palace
Crows in black clothes, feed on the sadness of a lost promise
Light fades to night, flowers bloom in little pieces of grace
Innocent screams, fall quietly from mouths without a trace
Parables flash tales, eyes close to search the dark for peace
Sinners sing hymns, guilty lips read verses of a sacrifice
Earthly sunlight casts blood, across a moon's embrace
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Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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Well this was darker than I expected... That final line was heart stopping for me!
"crows in black clothes" - I enjoyed that bit a lot!
sounds like betrayal to me
Whoaaaa, this was so dark, poignant and intense! So brilliantly executed! Loved your Acrostic!
Oooof. Guilty lips. Fantastic. I love this so much
Somehow this was really very visual to me, like, I'm looking at it in a gallery, in a frame.