The Silent Death
The rhythm of a distant drumbeat.
Party lights reflect near the shore of the bay.
Catching the corner of some floating debris.
A full moon hides behind the swirling fog.
As its falling light draws more carefully
a shapeless silhouette.
Smothered by mirrors and dreams.
A curse, stiff upon its hinge.
Moist, ripe, heavy as the night.
Has cut to pieces, but
now well out of sight.
No warmth, no touch.
No light can creep in from its secret hiding place.
No sudden flashes burning now.
The blood sucked away.
Drained from a well-worn dead face…
…Desire once burned in cryptic whispers.
Unveiled to reveal hot denials.
A twisted plot unraveled.
To end at sacrifice.
No time to struggle.
The circled dance
entrapping its victim.
Silent shaking hands.
Mouths and eyes welded shut.
Small pieces, in little pieces.
in darkness, a silver blade cut.
The body became the flesh.
Blood. Drips. Stained bereft.
Echoes lost on lathering waves.
Yellow sand speckled with red.
A shapeless being once tall
Now covered a thousand times the area.
The gathered party was silenced early at dawn.
The drumbeat eclipsed by a shrieking scream.
Too much left unspoken.
The secret whispers
led to the untimely sacrifice…
…The silent death…
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