The sun bites our skin
Antithesis or anti-climax
It’s impossible to know
We have spent far too long
Wishing words
In the half light
Cold milk and Lucky Charms
Turning blue like veins
In the half light
Alice giggles
It’s how we find our way
Repetition
Pause
Anything to black out
Misremember
The violation
Chasing powder
Mixing consonants with syllables
Turn the sour sweet
A magical delight
Kept only for ourselves
We are mere babies
Lost in a sticky universe
Too scared to look
To touch or feel
Too old to be special
Too resigned to care
The sun bites our skin
Antithesis or anti-climax
It’s impossible to know
We wish words in the half-light
Close our eyes
Pretend to sleep
The world can wait until tomorrow.
