“Broken” by Ann G. Collins

the sun will rise on my healing heart

a new day will come,

whether I want it to or not

 

Nights that I wish would last forever

dissipate into bleeding colors of mourn

only etched expressions remain,

for I have been drained of all else

 

The dawn approaches quickly, and I have not slept.

Solitary in my bed, still

                             I wept

             I dreamt that you returned, but I could not

touch you, and you faded away.

I understand it now

how I will miss his touch, his smile

but I do not know what else I’ll miss…

It  was lost long before I let it go

“Memento Mori” by Kristen Thompson

When the sky begins to darken

Earlier every night

And the trees lose their own covering

I fear

Sometimes when I touch my cheeks

Feel the bones beneath, the teeth

The thought of a skeleton

Hiding so easily, so elusively

Under this mask

Of life

And death

Feels ever more imminent

Like it was only hiding before

Waiting to pounce

I fear

As the leaves are to the trees

Flesh is to the animals

Hiding the greatest secret and fear of all

The ever-present but often forgotten reminder:

Death is only a flimsy layer of skin and tissue away

And skeletons grin because they cannot frown

But autumn does not last