Wordle 192 “Shrink to Silver”


Brenda Warren

I lay awake at night stumbling

In sheets crusted with ether

Wondering why I cannot

Dream without panic.

Your eyes snag in passing,

A choice belabored in conversation,

A discreet high razing

The length of my spine,

A thousand miles of wreckage

Strewn between our ruined hearts.

What is there left to talk about?

Help no longer performs

The obligatory resuscitations.

I wipe the sweat from my chakras,

Sleeves bolsteredĀ at the elbows.

The stain of love never comes out

But there is always

An alteration of color.

Someday these raw red wounds

Will shrink to silver.