Tag Archives: Shadows

Days

The clock on
Incongruous limbs
Hands out each day
As retribution

Punitive and molten
The hours inhume
Earthly misery
So close to the surface…

Like blood that
Runs just beneath
Skin: Hidden
But barely,

Until the nights arrive
With their arsenal,
Banishing birds and
Light from skies.

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Shadows

He didn’t bother to use the silencer on his gun.

After all, what could shadows say about darkness, when night fell?

They were part of days he wouldn’t know.