Thursday, January 26, 2017

9:13 p.m.

and the ascent to
your door, inhaling the
shameless dusk that heralds
you, a blade unwavering
wrapping itself around
two pieces carefully
held, hard charcoal and
powder soft chalk, your
words outlined by
panic creeping along the
outskirts, the solid red then
tapping on glass, quiet
steps in the dark sliding
back to warmth, contrast
tied but barely, fused



© 1.23.2017 heather brager