the cold.

so vivid.
we should swallow color more often.choke on the prisms.drown in the streak of sunlight.

i t ’ s  s o  b r i g h t  h e r e
             the rosy color when your     eyes are closed
   the shade of shutting out the warmth of your breath,

burning papers fall on your    sleeve
                         covermeincrystal

     my throat is burning
     from the backfire of
     carbon monoxide into

words while the smoke melts the snow.describe
     why do i choke on chemicals                            to
when i need to be your air.               me

your      whispers coax the snow from my lashes
                                                                                         sympathy
my hands are so tired    let
                                i want the ash to f
                                                            a
                                                           l
                                                            l    f l y



somewhere far from here.