death has delayed her arrival
sunset has yet to be revealed
horns of the bull still remain
and I wish for this vision to
finally, be over... leaves of
life linger around the body,
vultures sit on rooftops waiting,
silence spills through city streets
like rainwater after a spring
shower... rodents rampantly
run through the minds of the
elders whose curse we all
seem to feel each night just
before sunrise and I lay down
on the cold times awaiting
my fate that has taken all my
life to locate my hideaway.
June 11, 2024
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