Felicity Slaughter (January,1995 / New Port Richey, Florida)

Dark roses lay dead at my feet,
the moon is shining a
depressing glow on the hilltop
on which I dwell.

The coyotes are howling
a sad song in the
distance. I envy them, for
they can show true
emotions. For me to do
the same would have
granted me a lifetime of criticism.

Dark roses lay dead at my feet,
the moon is shining a
depressing glow on the hilltop
on which I dwell.

But I wear no shadow.
No one shall see me.

I am dead.