Death and the Return to Nothing

Cars parked along the curb,

Reflected the stoplight, shifting its colors

In dirty windshields. A young couple exited

Their vehicle and everything turned red. 

A pregnant mutt scratched the passenger door,

Inside the couple’s backseat,

Recognizing her exit, sprinted, as the door opened

 To find her place

 In gridlocked traffic. 

Hollow dots 


WIDE PUPILS, she took headlights 

And turned her own light down.

Nothingness is experienced 

Strictly through description.

Stillborn pups 

Belong to wombs 

And confuse the deadlines 

For reincarnation.

As for spaces 

Retaining options,

It’s clear 


Has a place 


Published by akcola

AK Cola is a pop-culture war veteran.

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