LAST BLOOMING

         
he watches her now
birdlike
on the rack
quivering with pain


dying


last moments crawl by
studded
with sharp thorns
on blooms bleaching white


dying


how will I go on
he asks
the women
(mother, sisters, friend)


dying


she’ll be gone from me
hordes of
nightmare beasts 
reminding me she’s 


dying 


she’s crossing the bar 
into 
forever 
one last kiss before 


dying


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Salvatore Buttaci is the author of 200 Shorts, a collection of short-short stories, published by All Things That Matter Press and available at Amazon.com in book and Kindle editions. 
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