Poetry: I Suppose It Is Easy To Forget

I suppose, it is easy to forget

shadows. How

they move and feel. Their

utter nothingness at the edge of vision.

Tendrils reaching,

enveloping, and then,

pushed away.

Somewhere, in this,

there is light.

Stars in the darkness. But,

distance can be vast. So

vast, that light

will never reach the

dying body.

Away. Away. Away.

Silent shattering. Drowning.

Death in cerebrospinal fluid.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

There are nights in empty fields where not even the wind makes a sound.

Ian Brunner is a fiction writer and poet from Buffalo, New York who is currently residing in Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been featured in nine journals and zines. He is the author of the chapbook, Ruminations (CWP 2017), edits short fiction for Variety Pack magazine, and can be found at www.Twitter.Com/MadRadIan