Raining teardrops in my head
a swift and inevitable fate
of drowning in the waters stead
of life that's come and gone too late
The night moves on without a fear
broken only by a coyotes howl
and no one saw the curs'ed act
what witness is a lonely owl?
A driven worry, so paranoid
a t-shirt slick with sticky sweat
but worse is hers, a garment heavy
with scarlett- soft and warm and wet
A death has come, or has it gone?
taken with the gleaming knife.
Almost a sickening poker game
exchanging death and life