Auburn light

Awoken by the stench, I lay on my back,

the odor fills my nostrils and goes to my throat,

a sweet-rubber-coal pungent taste slimes down it’s rear…

I fight to open my eyes, just to find them shut by the evaporated tears,

the crackling sound of the background becomes clearer.

…rip open my eyelids…

   …blur…

      And hot… very hot…

It seems I didn't make it, his flight overpower my feet…

As my sight adjusts, I see it.

   first the shadow…

…then his gold and emerald face followed by the auburn light…

The Bride

She lay there, so ornate

so pristine, 

so fragile

as would a 

calm night

before a storm,

or a lover 

in the glow

of a candle light.

Like the aching 

acceptance of

a prisoner's fate,

like  a precision 

clockwork

never running late.

Like the infinite

reflections of a 

ray of light,

like remorse 

seeping into 

a perfect after-life

She lay there, so still

so beautiful

that night,

as we bid farewell

to the bride.