September's Waves
September's soft and brown
Quiet, night comes early
The light's are dim
The music turned low
The TV on mute
Flashing colors against the wall
Liquor aroma
Silent screaming, trembling
Fists clench and release
Eyes pool
Only shaking hands reach for me
Only trembling voices speak to me
Your hand drops from mine
Your eyes fall from mine
Your lips don't part for mine
A cold side of the bed
A burnt-out candle by an empty bassinet
Darkness unfolds
Black waves climb the walls
They reach my ankles
My knees
My thighs
My shoulders
My neck
They climb over my head
Drowning in September's waves
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2019
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