A short poem

The Parting of Souls


“The man with no nose is coming for you”

Gods knows I hide

Moonlit casts of dark blue

God knows I’ve tried



Blood slivers across eyes and chin

God knows I lied

Wet with sin

God knows I died


A cold pillow rests the bride

“Goodbye my love”

God knows he cried

With her last breath, the flight of a dove