A Unanimous Marriage

she lay there, on the cement path

not quite sure why

the chipped slab was so cold in the month of may

the wind blew with a sigh and the trees bent

not unlike a mortician bends over the shell of a soul

scalloped in just the right places

concealing the dread of a person with many secrets

just like the bends and knots in the tall oak tree across the road


he started off small, just as everyone else does

not quite sure why

he couldn’t hold on to dreams he had stored in his head


listening to the untold whispers that liars carried through her ears

washing the dreams that he once owned into a river of lost hopes


unanimous, they are together.

to clump their misery into a ball

and pitch it off the edge of the eternal abyss called night.

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