RDP Friday: CREPITATE

Aurora On Mars

That second before the Universe blazed to life

that second before the darkness snuffs it out

that moment before the executioner takes a life

that second after that lost soul decides to not jump off of the bridge

do the clocks stop, do they hold their breath,  are their hands stilled in fear?

And when the clocks start again does the air crackle

and pop like desperate embers in a dying fire

anxious to roar, flare and expire

over and over again.

Sea of Trees