My heart flutters
in bruised magentas
as time melts through our skin
and solidifies in our bones;
heavy.
Like amber hardening thick
around the filigree wings
of an insect, one thousand years old.
We wish to crumble,
to fall into dust,
leave on the wind
with a sudden lightness;
the disappearance of time
and its heavy.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
