LETTERS
A letter to my lover Because
she's dead and gone-- On my
conscience I wear a hood I
know I'm not at fault, But
every night in my dreams I
bear the burden of her screams.
A letter to my mother Before
its too late-- Imploration,
degradation To hide my
tears and beg for peace My
only hope, to bury this deep Death
by their non-comprehension My
only solace, hooves of a spotted steed Rocking
me to sleep.
A letter written long ago Of
a mirror illustrating my need-- Orchestration
of final rites She touched
my shame, Stared into my
glassy eyes; Her breasts
tattooed with butterflies-- The
candle flickers then gutters out The
daylight time forgot My
hand in yours you drop: I
feel you shudder in my soul Like
bewildered starlight Penned
in pain on an empty scroll.
R.I.P. Cristi Gray
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