Struck

And it struck. 

The palm across the face,

Flesh on flesh,

Stinging.

It struck,

A massive blow

Straight to the heart.

Tearing, pulling away the veins.

Blood gushed,

Pouring all over 

Red and gruesome.

Pain. Numbed in pain. 

Darkness, as the blood thinned.

Light faded and pain over powered. 

And, death struck. 

         - Robes of a Muse

Candle lit nights

Candle lit nights emerge

As we plunge into darkness once more.

Memories from a distant past

Of mosquitoes and sweaty eves creep.

Computers and virtual gatherings end,

The mobile, our best friend, 

Till the battery lasts. 

The yellow rays of this artificial sun

Shines, sending loving shapes on walls.

It's calming. 

A sedative to the chaotic mind.

Faces come together, shadowed.

The mind stills, it calms,

Sitting in the candle lit night. 

        - Robes of a Muse