Saturday, June 19, 2010

Whispers

Swaying like a whisper in the wind, her tongue
falls silent against his breath. Growing listless
and solemn, the undying flame falters.

He said it was a Tuesday that she left, but
her hardened heart grew cold months ago.
She grasped and crawled to him, calling out
but he only answered with the smooth backside of his hand
striking, like the cold winter wind.

His words echoing, he seems so far away as I watch her
gasp and claw for the last seconds of life as the vile venom
spews violently from his mouth.