it was overcast
Design by Emily Hu
Image Description: A brunette girl and blonde boy sit on the floor of a bedroom with the blinds closed behind them, and gloomy blue light peering through. They are illuminated by the light of a candle that sits on the ground between them.
sunday, the blinds were closed
I fondled your torment and dangled it between us
in our low-lit world, it was barely visible
and yet visibly bare
a gone child’s bedroom floor cradling
his shadow and a confidant
cross-legged, cross-hearted
I prodded bare-fingered
warily through your wincing
worried I had hurt
you but it was mortification
urging me to probe with a stick of sorts
ashamed of staining my hands
and the unknown organ
our eyes could hardly taste without puckering,
wailed to us
its song drenched
by a cold cloud of fear and the late blood
of chafed wounds
melodic in the heedful
extension of its lungs,
fretful of unseaming stitches
it sang, a flame on the hardwood
unbeknownst to its own sound
or mouth until
some deific hand
birthed it
frictionally
to brighten and warm
another
and destroyed itself the way all flames take their last breath, in
whisper
black exhale
nowhere to go but toward the
ceiling
a life only as long
as the wick inside it
and I said I was birthed for others too before leaping
to wrap myself around it
like I could act a shell
molten, shaped, cooled, cut, paralyzed
hollow inside aside
from your sickness I now cherish
I was raised on bottles, in a bed for two
I said, because you like my riddles
and my body is a bandage you don’t want to know
and I can’t repeat what it told me
but like a silent film, I can show how it
hung between and above.
a chandelier
melted sand smoothed glass prismatic illuminating piece of decor
I preferred it to the stream of blue light
beyond your windows
I said the blinds were meant to be closed
that sunday