Raven's Cradle
Image: Alexas Photos - Pixabay The dead in me joins October leaves in their decaying crush to crumble toward spring. With every raking of unnecessary I deny night monsters their insomniac delight in watching me pace hours I can’t reclaim. Raven wing shadows usher Poe’s ink to coffin daylight’s misery so sleep can write its poems across my weary eyelids. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 Friday Flash 55