08-21-2015, 01:03 PM
When we woke,
we wrapped ourselves in tangerine light,
kissed the morning with blood,
wrapped our biceps with silver linings,
and found our pulse.
The sky was covered in ash—
thick gray blankets
that fell like snow
and crumbled in our hands.
A cardinal sat outside the bedroom window,
unaware of death cackling with clenched teeth,
and searched for something to eat in the fog.
we wrapped ourselves in tangerine light,
kissed the morning with blood,
wrapped our biceps with silver linings,
and found our pulse.
The sky was covered in ash—
thick gray blankets
that fell like snow
and crumbled in our hands.
A cardinal sat outside the bedroom window,
unaware of death cackling with clenched teeth,
and searched for something to eat in the fog.