at midnight
reaching to
kill the light
my hand withdrew
as if sliced
clear-clean-through
skin and vessel
severed forever
by the moon
leaking in through
the open blinds.
i gripped
my wrist
free hand tight
to the wound
not wanting to bleed
myself too completely
as i was acutely
reminded of you
and those same lines
cutting into your chest
when last we meshed.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
"not wanting to bleed
myself too completely
as i was acutely
reminded of you"
-in being able to empath the cuts, and live.
this rings of having been there to effectively convey the emotion and drama--BRAVA! most excellent write! compelling and vividly imaged!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.