The Sunset

by Suzan Abrams

The sunset was bloodied today. It stood watching closely, waiting behind the trees. No birdling heartbeat nor veined branch could hoard its finery. Its solitary breast lay decked in gold even as it beckoned me to it, the steely matriarch with her restless fiery heart. I stood chilled and unable to part,  fearing an embrace that would crumple the ashes of my skin.  The bloodied sunset smiled slowly as it finally fled, watching me quietly  and watching me still.



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