In the crisp October morning, the
daily ritual begins. Formations of
fog creep slowly along riverbanks
and granite headstones. Fallen leaves
tremble in their presence, gathering
their golden children in from the cold.
An auburn squirrel selfishly packs its
jaws with acorns, storing them for the
future. Sleeping soldiers dream of
family and apple pie, awakened in spurts
by nightmares that dance atop their
graves. Demons wave tattered flags and
nickel buttons glazed in foreign blood.
The soldiers rub their blurry eyes to see
the world clearly, as they knew it, in
light. They see nothing but dark. Old
wounds lie stagnant, bandaged by dust and
purple hearts. They repeat their names,
hoping to be heard; to be remembered.
Above, the wrinkled sky listens and cries.
Sue Rose Hiss likes to dabble in poetry and short fiction. Her first book, a gothic fantasy, The Rosegiver, was published in February 2017. She's currently working on a paranormal novelette, which may or may not be completed by Winter. Sue has always been intrigued by haunted houses, ancient cemeteries, forests, gardens, and abandoned buildings.