C

Shape of Death

My breathe becomes
Heavier than my bones ,eyes sees
But palely and fingers cold unable to move
I lay on the ground
Letting mother earth carry my back
Suddenly,a man steps on my shadows
I jerked ,yet still-like a drenched ghost
I smell sweat and my shadows burning
Slowly I twisted and try to reach a glass
But unable to carry my flesh
My bones are missing I think
Fear crept in, i try to scream
I screamed but only silence
Gave up
I closed my eyes and listened
When a man is born
Another dies, I peeped
But only the shape of darkness
and the smell of sweat covered me
This is not how to die
©celestine