when he opened his eyes, i stared straight into a color resembling ships that crashed against rocks during an ocean storm. i looked at molten lava pouring through honeycomb cracks. i looked at golden, sunlit pools of smooth caramel. i looked at the smell of cedar wood on a foggy autumn night, i looked at the sound of a crackling fire at dawn. his eyes said the words that i couldn’t speak.
- c.m.













