In the dark

I held you in my arms,

your skin pale and clammy

beneath my hands,

when I heard you gasp,

say – i’m dying,

with ever widening eyes,

and the world turned pitch

waiting to be lit,

swirling as if a void,

slipping off the edges,

oily slick,

until I woke in fright

to find you still alive

at the ends of my fingers

wrapped tightly around your wrists.


Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Available internationally

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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