SHE WALKS SLOWLY TO HER HANGING

she walks slowly to her hanging
flowers in her hair, eyes toward the sky
she counts her steps in silence
the sky answers gray
the world has moved on somewhere else
but here the noose swings
she steps up the stairs one by one
she places the noose around her neck
like a pearl necklace
like his arms wrapped around her
and she falls
into the swaying decay of finality
the bloodflow like a hurricane
feel it all now all at once
and then an eternity of nothing

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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