Tuesday, January 03, 2012

A Cherry Death

His breath on my hand
My stomach in knots
My eyes refusing to open
The sudden twist of sleep
The weekend before everyone is happy
This dreaded empty feeling
Only the brightness of lights
Can bring about.
This too shall pass
This too shall pass
This too shall pass
The blunt thickness
of the Fingers I Use The Most.

2 comments:

Amna Siddiqui said...

There is something in your words that is just...mesmerizing. I cannot explain it.

Zh. said...

Thank you so much :)