Black Powder
close enough to bite —
a familiar face.
his fingertips loaded and extended.
she shivers.
black powder on her lips —
silent scream of rigor mortis.
apparitions in black — husbands of widows,
siblings of sisters, single friends,
sons of mothers and fathers...
a black powder line drawn around each victim —
shut-ins for the night...texting and ringing of
childhood homes.
dark mascara drips down, as one by one
a checkmark mars the paperwork,
and scarecrows slip off their poles,
hitting the hard metal ground.
in handcuffs, the thief carries the sundry souls
under his eyelids.
the sandpaper scratches — his demonic eyes —
like hell.
11/12/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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