Adumbration
Midnight, bewitching hour
full of horripilation
Car door slam-bang
and the warble act begins
No,no, I scream inside
the verisimilitude of what will now ensue
I am a powerless protégé
a stand in for the only one who
could save me
but she doesn’t
either by ignorance
or choice
I sit in a chair
weeping in despair
inside aching
trying not to play in hedonistic
Unholiness
I disassociate my mind
saving me
from the actuality of the death
I so desperately need to leave
Copyright © Ruth Martz | Year Posted 2022
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