Jan 5, 2023
the dirty snow at the edge of the empty highway reminds me of meringue,
toasted
white peaks and burnt with mud.
the barren trees at the edge of my periphery remind me of veins,
grasping at straws
skinny and tender.
the red sky at the edge of noon reminds me of rust,
strained
and stained with rain.
the lonely fruit at the edge of time reminds me of us,
drunk
poisoned and hungry.
the vague emotion at the edge of my skull reminds me of something ive forgotten,
something
something.