Death
Darkness absorbs the day
shadows crawl over my window
death comes a knockin’
on my pane
Sliding through crevices
slinking over floor boards
lapping against my ankles
coiling around my flesh
Tingling torrential ripples along my limbs
flowing through my pores
swimming upstream
in the river of my blood
Docking in the hallowed harbor of my heart
anchoring deep within the life of me
adrift no more
ashore
My boiling blood calms
the thundering beat stills
The tranquil internal sea
of an abandoned port
March 4, 2001
Tressa Lee Breen
