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 … Continue reading Heavy

Memory lines

I could say, your arms, the horizon, the ocean shore, or anywhere but here.   Instead, the only place I wish to run is backwards along memory lines to encircle the small girl with a face like mine and reassure her everything gets better in time.   Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

A Prince

Time grew thin when you decided to leave. Cheeks shrivelled to dark hallows of passing minutes when I watched you clear the closet, fraying the cotton at my knees. Skin shrunk in seconds when you turned your back, the shoulders and hands, I used to kiss as if you were a prince. Time waddled on gaunt … Continue reading A Prince