Thursday, February 10, 2011

Wishful Sinking


He wished so hard
it scared his hair
right off his head –
bled it ashen blue.

He so beseeched
that it come true,
breath grew shallow,
skin was sallow.

Though never
querulous, he
lost a perilous
amount of weight.

At last, the date
awaited did arrive.
He no longer
was alive.


 
 
 
 
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