pavement through the bottom of my shoes
I want so badly to embrace my inner artist lately. Had to get this out tonight before I could finish my biostat assignment.
summer was saturated.
glowing till it blurred,
light always red behind the eyelids.
sugarcoated and crisp.
this (every) winter is stark,
honest. laid bare.
the wind takes the words from our mouths
before we can warm them into clouds like breaths.
barefoot and ungloved, they prick like pins.
cold light glinting off
the whiter than white snow gives me a headache.
slush stains gray.
i exist without you
and your absence resonates.
it's tempting.
the dead trees
and the chapped cheeks
are good excuses to put your head down.
summer was saturated.
glowing till it blurred,
light always red behind the eyelids.
sugarcoated and crisp.
this (every) winter is stark,
honest. laid bare.
the wind takes the words from our mouths
before we can warm them into clouds like breaths.
barefoot and ungloved, they prick like pins.
cold light glinting off
the whiter than white snow gives me a headache.
slush stains gray.
i exist without you
and your absence resonates.
it's tempting.
the dead trees
and the chapped cheeks
are good excuses to put your head down.