It is the Widow

 

A bullet sits in the barrel

Loaded pistol

Bloodshot eyes

Flashing sequence of events

Unknowingly, realization is now evident

She aged into a widow

Not gracefully nor in tranquility

Turmoil, anguish... 

The blackness of a plague followed as a shadow

Beating heart " suffering silently

The pistol

Youngest of eight

The thought

The underlying fear of continued loss

Dancing thoughts

“Fight, fight, fight!”

Fight for longevity

Fight for chance at a life once never lived...

For the many tomorrows...

Where amethyst clouds find themselves enveloped in a lilac sky

The bullet

Posses scattered images, memories, thoughts...

The mind, the youngest of eight

Where interlocking rainbows may continue for miles long

Discharge

Impact, the brain

 

 

[This piece is for public viewing only. Therefore, it is not to be of profit to anyone but the writer, Jenny Colon, herself.]

Author's Note

NG - I added "Unknowingly, realization is now evident" & "For the many tomorrows" but not sure about this last one. I want to add instead "For a place as no other." What do you think? They sound cliche :/

Reviews

[Cordell]

wow very vivid and imaginative......nice write :)))))

[Z]

I love how this makes me feel something, I am not sure what that feeling is yet.... but it is there and it is strong. Your symbolism and metaphor use is strong but not overbearing, this is really fantastic!