Shooting in the dark
A shiver in the bone,
a half moon high and still.
My heart drops like a stone.
Each light a star that's drown
in vastness sharp and shrill,
a shiver in the bone.
Night rings its final tone.
The dawn begins to spill.
My heart drops like a stone.
The amber light is thrown
against the autumn chill,
a shiver in the bone.
This mind is not my own
I try another pill.
My heart drops like a stone.
Another day is gone.
It purples with a trill,
a shiver in the bone.
My heart drops like a stone.
By Autumn Newman
Biography:
Autumn Newman is a pansexual poet living with multiple disabilities. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and her poems have appeared most recently in Cider Press Review, Pratik: A Magazine of Contemporary Writing, Rise Up Review, The Orchards Poetry Journal and Able Muse. More are forthcoming from The Tiger Moth Review and Braided Way.
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