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Ruby Embers

Was it still night?
There was no instant
way of knowing this.
Despair tried to sidle
in, cooing, “Look at all
you could have done.”

The fire in her eyes
teetered on giving in,
burning down to ruby
embers and cloudy ash.
A familiar pattern of
exhaustion was clear,
decaying at her lips.
What remained?
An enthusiasm the
opposite of lovely.

She tried to stand
but there was a buckle
at her knees, keen
and windy. Sometimes
a word can’t be recalled
and it only acts as a game
within your consciousness.

Listening for clues, even cruel
extremities mixed in her thoughts–
she still hoped, but she found only
conversations spoken through poetry.

 

 

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Photo Credit: Lanaya, Jersey City, NJ