It was plain old fear.
It had followed me for years,
and yet I had never seen it
as it really is,
but yesterday it yelled
in pain
as it prepared to die.
It didn’t actually die,
but simply disappeared
like vanishing haze,
or a wordless summer evening.
It was dressed in scraps,
its bones were twisted,
its face was like dusk
as it disappeared
among the limitless stars.
