Edge of a Brand-New Year

Edge to edge, is life's knife fight. The clash of steel,

screams with every bite. Thrust through the air. And cut in

time, with every slice, as it unwinds. A paragraph etched

on the hearth of a mortal fireplace, with flames that glimmer

to a saltier shimmer. Its logs were months, its coals were

weeks. With kindling hours, and paper minutes, they turn to ash.

And the year departs. With one last thrust of life's knife

thrash. Bleeding out thoughts and vivid memories. Cut deep within