Color of a Raven

Stress coiled around her eyes.

When hope dissolved
beyond light-years,
she slid open her dresser drawer.

Beneath sprawling pharmacy scripts
and towers of credit card bills,
the black metal trigger pulsed
raven-dark, alive.

With a velocity that could split stars,
and energy enough
to fracture galaxies,
she became weightless
a wandering celestial body.

Her universe ruptured
as skull fragments scattered
like stardust ejected
from a ravenous black hole.

Reviews

[Ms claws]

Oh my Gosh! What a powerful write! I could see every word of this life dreary of living.

And the end, it's horrible but so true.

The final sentence a vivid finalality. So sad! Thanks for sharing your gift of presentation.

[Raven]

Thanks for looking past the dark side of it and liking it. Much appreciated.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Pressures arise and life is just too hard for some to cope. Others often judge, but they don't know that feeling...I have known it, been there...and it is not easy to come back from the edge.
I appreciate this write.
j.

[Raven]

I'm thankful you never went over that edge. Thanks for the comment.