Translucent
5AM comes-
too early, and
too late.
I watch the sun’s skeletal fingers
strangle the night
slowly, at first-
then quicker,
with purpose. As if
anything matters, anymore.
As if this day has meaning.
I am translucent.
Wildly unprepared
for the light.
A ghost,
haunting only myself.
Torn from the depths
of my own nightmares,
and the blurred memories
that bay and fuss like wolves
in my peripheral-
and dissolve to a red mist
under my gaze.
The day comes,
relentless.
As if it matters.
I close the blinds.
The wolves howl in the distance.
One Comment
Woodsy
Transslucent…
diaphanous,
like some air-borne jellyfish…
I am in a closed-in place right now,
holding a secret beauty to my heart.
Your words speak to it.