I have never been able to explain

this feeling that infects

my heart and other organs

which soon my body rejects.

There may be no cure

and I am prepared to die

so if you must carry on,

at least tell me why.

To my grave I will retreat

and your secret shall rest with me

but your disease will carry on

since there is no cure that we can see.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Lovely, Dark, and Deep

Snow collects in my hatless hair

and the only sound for miles

is made from the breath I steal

trying to replace the breath you stole.

Frozen in a perfect moment

that we can never again capture

I wait for the perfection to end

and the snow to darken with the dirt

kicked up by the travelers

both animal and human

who will soon trudge through

the memory of me and you.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Black Friday

I woke up early today

to get a really good deal

left behind the family

to catch the perfect steal.

Drove through the dark

with the rain beating down,

a wintry mix collecting

upon the icy ground.

Then, just a mile from the store,

I met a patch of black ice

the steal of the day was my life

not hardly worth the price.

© Autumn Siders 2016