I'M ALIVE!!!!!!!!!
I feel like I've forgotten how to write, but this is my first poem in like... Three and a half months? How embarrassing.
This is a poem I wrote last night at like 4 in the morning. I know I'm a little rusty, but I'm really hoping that this HUGE break is exactly what I needed and that I can start posting regularly again.
So, without further ado...
Parables of Dawn Part III
A needle
Hangs on the edge
Of darkness
In the unstitching of the night
The hot blue waits
On the heavy clouds
And they fan
Curdling away
The dim light fizzes
Between the spaces
And the parted
Orange invasion
Clouds peel away like grafts
And the injured
Night slips under a tree
