Visions

I had a vision of my death-
Demolition, my old friend,
Puffing her cigarette,
Yearning for an endless rest,
Or a sheltered place to dry her red-rimmed eyes.

I had an apparition of my demise-
My lover, tangled with another,
His lips curled around a lie,
Humming a sweet lullaby,
His stomach filled with butterflies.

I saw a glimpse of my end-
White snow, stained red,
A rendezvous with the preordained,
Blessed by the shaky hands of fate.

PHOTO CREDIT : BATUHAN DOGAN