Fade

This fade is ending

A colder morning 

Hands moved in empty 

She’s in mourning 
The revel bending

 Against her trembling

A gun conceding

She’s just ambling 

A child can’t cry 

Her hands hold tight

Blood from wounds 

She can’t make right
A scream is everything 

A womb disastrous

This horror flooding

From a man she trusts
Shakes she shines

The man is aching

His shit sells shame

And is for the taking
This fade is ending

A bolder morning 

Hands not empty 

Just more deserving.

(C)2017

Chris Vaughn

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