Atropos

I was calm and still
The night I met death
My last inch
Separating the stars
That connected the constellations of my past
In novena

Overhead,
The croning of the fates
Paused
Long enough
For Atropos’ arts
To numb the pain
Of sudden insight
The threads to my life
Clipped from the fight
That I conceded

But there
Where loss last sheared my heart
I was bled into death
Undefeated