
Blue, Black, Gone
A Poem
The faint glow from the streetlight illuminated his blue, twisted face. The jump rope necklace still clenched around his throat like a backwards necktie. Jet black hair still caught in the knot his strong hands tied. The same hair that once smelled of coconut conditioner and cigarette smoke will fall and decay, unlike the way it once reflected the light.
What went through his mind just before he departed? Perhaps memories flooded back, the way tsunamis sweep over entire cities just before fallback. Perhaps there was nothing, just numbness, darkness. As his body fights the eternal sleep he seeks. Eyes closed to blood shadows. Heart beats grow louder in his ears then fainter in his chest, and his throat closes. Then The last breath like a whisper of a goodbye.






