Clean, free from tainted
horrors, in denying what has
carried me here this far.
Sleep, a chance to forget
and instead rely upon the dangers
of pain in loss. Trespassing
into my mind are thoughts of living;
finally, without any constraints
or pollutants. The time, clicking
towards forever, is looming above,
reminding all that the skin
can only last so long, and be ready
for the evolution toward Paradise.
(photograph by Kimberly B. Richardson, copyright 2014)