Gossamer
By Raiden Fortun
Orange blackness on a cold harvest night,
when a portrait of yourself is held up
in the air, you gasp, leaves fall.
Now the blackness isn't afraid at all.
Instead, a pink gossamer is sown
into all those you love, tied together
in a ring and tossed into a lagoon,
But don't worry,
you will see another end soon.