Last Bite

two ring-shaped holes,

convulsions

grab control.

the night sky

span

full speed ahead-

upright, cold bricks.

–

the end-

courses through these veins…

their fangs sting,

gastric liquid

flooding-

flooding

futile for one to chew.

it’ll be all over.

in a blink-

or two.

–

colors blending together

like a water painting

hair long and bright

rosy cheeks

a tender smile.

fresh pancakes on a warm sunday morning

songs in the key of life spins on our vinyl

sun blaring through the open winda

& fwess owan juis