I'll Be The End

When the light starts to fade and tears dowse the purple sky
Look for me in the dirt
Wild weeds growing through my rusty chains.

I’ll be the tree sprouting on the edge of the cliff
I’ll be the void
The dead end alley
I’ll be the raven
With melted murky eyes
Sentenced to perpetual dizzying circles above desert kingdoms

I’ll be crossed out in the margin
Carved on a bench
A poem in Sanskrit
A quiet sob
An honest goodbye
The end

poem by Catherine E. Quince
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