Day: Feb 20, 2021

The candles swing dangerously close to the crimson sunset,

They sweep away the clouds and leak wax onto lying pamphlets.

Perhaps the chains holding the chandelier will keep them stable

But I’m ready to bet they’ll break this ceiling to turn the tables.

As she watches the horizon, paper seas rise behind her eyes,

Nothing but dead trees below her feet, bruised in paints and dyes.

A single flutter of her lashes could set the whole skyline on fire.

The waters are churning frantically, coughing up worn out tires.

The crisp air holds in its breath, lets her say the words first.

She knows how to shatter a moment like a heavy cloudburst.

“For all the grey stones which I have swallowed and carried,

I curse you to only call me once your tongue is buried.”

And the seas stand back, the candles fade into the westerlies.

The sentences sink into the sun-baked ground with her yesterdays.

Only pitch black voids are left in the sky when she returns home

Ready to paint yet another vivid day leaden and monochrome.