Color of a Raven

Stress encircled her eyes.

When any hope was hopeless

and light-years away,

she opened her dresser drawer.

Beneath lengthy pharmacy referrals

and exponential credit card bills

the black metal trigger resembled

the color of a raven.

At the speed of light

and with enough energy

to cross the expanse of space,

it made her weightless;

a heavenly body.

Her universe transformed

as skull fragments exploded 

like stardust escaping 

a 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.