Heavy

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

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

 

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