Morning

[billy]

i said,
lovely image of the light going on, though i'm not sure that's what is happening now after the full read a couple of times i get the impression of a nuclear winter, perhaps you could give just a little bit more away[ maybe with the title]

thanks for the read and the feedback elsewhere.
at one point i got childbirth but i refuse to say where in case i look like a silly boy

When we woke, no need for this line, if you really want it, consider it as the 2nd line.
we wrapped ourselves in tangerine light, lovely image of the light going on, though i'm not sure that's what is happening
kissed the morning with blood, why/how? though it's a great image
wrapped our biceps with silver linings,
and found our pulse. again, why? don't say anything if it's a metaphor for find one's bearings.

The sky was covered in ash—
thick gray blankets
that fell like snow cliche
and crumbled in our hands. this stanza give the impression of a post apocalyptic scene. not much wrong here.

A cardinal sat outside the bedroom window,
unaware of death cackling with clenched teeth,
and searched for something to eat in the fog. excellent end, the image of the cardinal that contrasts with the horror of the middle stanza, yet still has an undercurrent of something terrible.