This….by Candice Louisa Daquin at The Feathered Sleep
https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com
Before
Who knew how to die?
That it wouldn’t be instantaneous
As children imagine
A sudden pain, then unconsciousness
Who knew?
Death could go on years
Building and slowing like cold sea water
Burning firework left to fizzle alone in inky sky
That it would wind and unwind, a mad clock void of correct motion
Who knew?
It could take the very young, wrap them in wool, to cast down wet hill
The jarring and bumping eventual colission held at bay
Till forgotten
That it could take you
Suspend you from me and all familiar things
Where the recognition in your once clear and beautiful eyes
Became muddied and clouded with quiet violence
Your touch so soft, stolen and replaced with flinty brush off
Who knew
The courage of fighters
Seathing against their sentence and eventual
Chop chop of parts, scars and marred
Skin once free of blade
A scratch…
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