Afterwards
written by: K. J. Watson
After the service, at dusk,
I left quickly, on my own,
And walked into the dank woods,
With no wish to return home.
I watched my polished shoes tread
Sodden leaves into the path;
Tomorrow’s frost, I knew, would
Envelop and hold them fast.
I stood in a stream and washed
Adhesive mud from my shoes;
Water flowed; no one sought me;
I did not weep; did not move.
K. J. Watson is the author of stories and poems that have appeared on the radio; in magazines, comics and anthologies; and online. Most of his output falls into the genres of speculative and weird fiction. He has also edited papers for academic journals.
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- Afterwards - July 2, 2024
