Last Word

 You looked me 
In the eye

In hopes

To be 

The last word

To my story

A predator

Sniffing 

Out blood

During a conquest

The bed 

Was made

In anticipation 

Of future

Disruption 

A symbol

Of moving

Forward

The assumption 

To living

I speak 

It becomes

Spoken words

Are the cylinders

To life

A GLARE

is the predisposition 

To intent

Your last word

Will be 

Detached 

Leaving

My energies

Focused

On 

Reaching

The sky