[P] Niar

The blinds
CLASH
against the wall
from the wind

TpTpTpTpTp
rain falling
TpTpTpTpTp
faded light
CRACK
of a tree branch
echoes against
brick
    mortar
          concrete,

silently
 death waits
       formed as a baby robin
                    motionless,
                dead thereof.

reality
                                                    fantasy
                            collide
 

            


                                  but not for a tired,
 

                                              resting




                                                   bird.

[P] Defeat

eyes roll back
into my head
never seen so great
          a     darkness

listening to the
     quiet echos of
          a   beaten
                     heart

thump thump
     drifting away
thump thump
     drifting toward
thump thump
     time to stop it
thump thump
     before it even started