Death Is A Mirror Leaking Lightning

DEATH IS A MIRROR LEAKING LIGHTNING Death is a mirror leaking lightning. Time alters to fit around the fact. The sunlight empties itself of warmth merely picks out the world as if the effort hurt. Time unpicks stitch by stitch Life's rich embroidery. A constellation comes to comfort me. It hovers awkwardly above my pain unable to comprehend its tiny immensity. I have become the rabbit staring at me from a trap watching the world erase itself second by second. Two crows perch upon your tombstone gossiping about how the world comes and goes. I throw angry words at them. They caw off into an empty sky. A marble angel & I standing sentinel. The marble angel trying not to cry.