Those last few moments were, by far, the worst
I took one last look at the lingering beams.
Realized the rays were appearing in bursts
My body laid spewing veins, ripped at the seams.
Choking on spittle, I vomited through
The whites of the linens my mother had laundered.
Brother had left her; now I'd leave her, too;
This is the price I would pay for my wander
Tensing my muscles, I struggled to move
What evil had scored my front fled for my spine.
Spastically squirming, I peered at my wound
I saw the blade sink in a gory red shine.
Bleating in terror, I clung to the Earth;
O Mama, come SAVE me, my heart has stopped trying.
Reeling with torment, the last thing I heard
Consisted of sirens, the red lights came flying.
Blurry and dismal, I saw them approaching
My mother was with them, she sank at my side.
Bitter, consuming, the death was encroaching;
The black birds came soaring to where I would die.
Those last few moments were, by far, the worst
I took on last look at myself as I smoldered.
That's when I saw him, the man with the axe;
He slipped into mist, with a crow on his shoulder.
*end*
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Submission Name: Last Moments
