Decimating darkness
Has arrived
To precede
My only dawn
Penumbra black
Pitch-thick
Weeping down
My sickly alabaster shell
The putrid lack of color
Devours light
Captures heat
Spreading out
Encapsulating and
Suffocating me
Oily tentacles
Reaching inside my
Very being
Gritty, chill, slowly hardening
Thoughts race, slowing
To its molasses pace
I inhale to the
Maximum capacity
Compressed lungs
Intake fractional oxygen
Permeating the bloodstream
As I await, in stasis
Slowly rocking
Momentum I generate
Footing destabilized
Insets a manic state
Terror and glee
Logically knowing
The only way
To wrest myself free
Yet the fall
Never hurts
It’s the piercing crash
Into a pile of razor sharp debris
I gingerly extricate
My shattered and broken frame
From shards of
Ebony truth
Rotating
One hundred eighty degrees
I marvel
Formerly unseen strength
Released
The weight of a lifetime
I pick up a slice
Reflective and sharp
Diamond-hard
From its time in the sun
Blood, streaming
Its shiny length
I scratch my story
In Bas-relief
The nearest stone face
Now proclaims my name
The cornerstone at
The Old Town Hall
The only justice I could
Ever compel
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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