Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 25, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

02-25-05 friday 9:09pm

end of the cigarette. last ash to fall. perched right there on your lips like something you had always meant to say, but never did.

slow burn. fire in your throat. from the inside out it eats you up.

end of the day. darkness foretells. try to remember the sun. it's just that frown on the horizon.

end of the bottle, but not quite the bottom just yet. sinking down into. the surface recedes. but i'm still breathing. or it must be breathing me.

no beginnings. never again. just sinking down into. that frown on the horizon. that bottom looming.