Last Act by S. J. Williams

The moon waits for death
shining through my window,
across my bare legs,
cleansing me with a silver glow.

I'm almost ready.
Washed the little cotton curtains
in the bathtub.

I'll let them dry in the sunrise,
hang them as my last act.
Closing them
so I can't see the rest of the day.


(C) Stephen Jarrell Williams