Go

By: Hunter Christian

Patchwork fare

Indigo thread dangling low

A tawdry affair

Reaping retribution sown

Killing Hunter shot dead knot one but two

Lowly boy’s turning indigo too

A screaming voice screams “Go, go go!”

Lifeless stare

No one cares

Dead eyes deathly shone

Blackened pear

Bruised down to her bones

Skin too fair to share, to bare

Just an indigo thread left to tear

“Go!”

Too many untruths told

If only half weren't so

At least his half-truths sold

Bore her lifeless indiglow

An honesty’s measured cold

Washed out to sea by a cruel undertow

Her body so far gone

Needn’t now to scream, “Go!”

Seascape, sunshine rapes, a helpless Dawn

“Go!”