Poem // Silhouette

Written 1/31/15

©2015 Melissa McLaughlin

The black silhouette sits
in stark contrast to the light around,
body bowed and hunched
as if in old age.

It doesn’t move a muscle.
Not a twitch, save for the gentle
rhythmic raising and lowering
of chest and back.

Slow breaths count endless moments;
moments of stillness

in the body at least.

Thoughts race,
a kaleidoscope of memories
shifting, shifting.

Blurred images come clear,
if only for a moment,
to be covered quickly
by the shadow of memories thought.

Darkness as the kaleidoscope
bleeds,
dripping down,
body crying,
drowning in pools of red.

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