Death Card 

The Remiss minimalist 
The poetess begins 

A faint Grey takes hold 

She goes 

Remiss in her bliss

Life force trembling 

tenor of the Precipice 
And all is well 

He strokes her hair 

But which 

Pretell 

Is the real nightmare?






Sunset mixed with bouts of pain 


Who decided it was you?

She reluctantly weeps

He quivers

Sudden recognition 

Has become 

a life or death situation 


She stopped crying 

When the time on the face 

Froze at 1:23:37

The second hand the most unfounded 

Pyre of dissent 

No Warning 

For God’s sake