Dark
Rose/dark blood
Sleep
Is
the sudden
Thought
of departure.
A
moment
Defining
Presence
Underlines
It
in absentia.
An
Addict
goes under
A
child dies.
Four
O’clock
flowers
Close
their blooms.
Trees
ungrow become
Smaller
and smaller.
I
fall asleep.
Sleep
Chases
me
Into
the island
Of
reverie,
Where
it strips me
Of
daytime
Pretensions.
I
stare at nude
Images
of myself
Reflected
inside
An
Enormous
Engraved
mirror.
Petals
fall off
The
dark rose.
One
By
One.
Stop
I
say stop.
It
all stops.
Sleep
Gentle
Sleep
Coos
Into
my ear.
Holds
my hand
Softly leads
Me
to the cross.
Where
I take my place
Become
a sacrificial
Dark
Rose/dark blood.
Diane
Dehler
First
published in, Near Kin, Sybaratic Press, 2014
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