fate of dawn
rock the man
move the pawn
the grim of the reaper binds
his habits contaminate mens'minds
a puff of smoke
from lip to lung
as sorrow seeps soundlessly until spilling
she a widow shattered by leaky shadow
no earthly being to understand nor begin to know
the heart freezes stomach packed with snow
to watch a husband go six feet dirt low
tears unable to contain
man-less mistress facing crippling pain
raining from face to floor
cheeks inflated like a marooned lifeboat
paddling and screaming but she cannot reach shore
she is key-less to a locked door
every tear a broken note
unprepared and overwhelmed
eyes laced with death
knees hugging floor
hands catching tears
waiting listening to the nothingness she hears
memories are heavy breaking her neck
rippling pillows consume her living horror
the crumbling of their loves bricks and mortar
a sleepless awakening
a shout-less house
a silent fever
a widow
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