November

A poem for my father.

Rise

Like Dawn

From a sunset

 

Die

Capsized

Like a star

Where light bends

 

There’s elastic skin

That wraps your wrists

 

Where Veins stop short

To stumble off cliffs

 

And Words

Twisted, tangled

Around timid lips

 

Where silence is sudden

And spreads itself thin

Author's Note

Any thoughts are always appreciated!