This Last Embrace in Darkness

by Josephine Bonaparte

This last embrace in darkness
A false night
Before a homicidal dawn.
My arms around your neck
Fingers grasping rapaciously at your hair
Your noose leeching from my throat
Futile shadows of despair.

A sepia filter shrouding this montage
In defiant serenity;
A meagre shield
Against swords of light
Poised
To burn through the bodies
Of those carrying the blight.

A door begins to lift
A subtle groan of nascent sunshine
And, impaled
My limbs slacken
Forcing me to my knees
Which meld to the ground.

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