In the dark, her eyes lit up
like a sky full of stars,
a dark cloth suddenly freckled
with dozens of crystalline ashes,
frozen in tears of time, floating,
suspended, no touch to earth,
only air; it fills to the brim
and threatens to break at
the seams, a deck of cards
tossed upon a table, the joker
bare and bright, eyes of murder,
tongue of death.
YOU ARE READING
National Poetry Month 2016
PoetryApril is National Poetry Month. There will be a poem for every day (30 total). The prompts were given to me by one of my professors who encouraged participation in National Poetry Month. The prompts can be found on FB on the Poem Revolution page. I'...
