"The Reaper" by Kathleen Conlon

The Reaper

I know death,

Counts my breath

On bony fingers

And harshened whispers.

I dance on the dials

Of clocks that freeze,

Hoping the time will stand still

Enough to bring me to my knees.

I pray to the vastness of the sky,

That my soul will be revived

By sunrise.

Photo by Tim Caston