The Broken Neck

Finally, frosty-headed, he fell asleep,

Not moved but murmuring something in his dream,

It’s midnight,

She stayed awake,

Decided to feed their cat downstairs,

Pitching down the dark stairway,

She tipped,

Falling through the empty space,

Headfirst,

Landing on her face,

Touching the cold, clay floor,

With forceful pain whirling in her head,

She lays dead awake,

Still, could sense the miserable moments

standing near her with a smirk on face,

Her head above the stars,

An empty blur below,

Her limbs were angels in a haunted dream,

Cell phone beside her,

A remote within her reach,

She lays there,

Firmly believe that,

It’s the cat’s purring engine

and yellowish tail

that have settled at her neck.