Eb-o-ny.
Black in black and silent. I run deep.
I misjudged the man. I misplaced my map. It was time to draw down.
Below the sky, I am compelled, bent, shoulders to the clouds.
Hunched. Kneeling. I am unwell.
He held a gun.
I want your wallet. His words, his last. Demand. Damned.
I hid a knife.
And then the blood. The atmosphere opened. Drained. Flood.
I found my feet.
I gutted that mugger. For a price, a pittance. My life.
I was existing on last rites ‘til he tried to thieve me.
But I was not willing. My sparking eyes became pretty pennies.
Light replacing darkness. Inward, unseen.
Effacing. Erasing.
The dreadful shade and glare.
The ebbing eb-o-ny.