‘Twas blustery day, the clouds passed quickly
Except for one that loomed oh most darkened
I lived far off and alone, quiet…sickly
Adumbration o’erhead…’twas death harkened?
I stood in grim fascination…mute, fearful
As if rooted to ground, of which I stood
Thunder clasped and mine eyes became tearful
Day had arrived, no more knocking on wood
I found my legs… gathered my possessions
There actually was only one, it’s true
Stark reminder… my greatest transgression
Photo taken…before I’d murdered you
I woke prostrate upon the kitchen floor
Silhouetted corpse…lightning framed in door
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