Life and Death

She comes to me in the moonlight
wears a long grey shawl
drapes along the windy road
slows down her footsteps

She has stolen my lover
condemned him with shame
bound him with lies
to his guilt infected bed

My anxiety builds up
while she approaches
She opens her hand
reveals a dry crusty heart

I hold my breath and cup its fragility
Instantly it gives out a low groan
Its arteries gravitate to my life source
Hope clicks into place

Her face filled with astonishment
Her eyes flare up rage
Her shawl blown away by moonbeams
In a flash
she immerses in a cascade of smoke
The wall of cypresses let out a ghostly howl
taking her in a confetti trail of ashes

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Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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