elise.writer

That blurry haze of
Sunstricken blue and
Inky purple
Rendezvous deep in
The ether for just a
Wink of time
Scintillation echoing
From dull lightbulbs of
The night obscured
By inconspicuous
Clouds where

Every morning I rise
To solemnly smother strawberry jam
On some sort of cinnamon muffin

Every morning I rise
To toss on a t-shirt  I've worn three days in a row
And brush my teeth for not-long-enough

I've had an older sister for as long as I can remember, but there are a thousand things she never told me. If we could have switched roles, just for a day, there are a thousand things I would have made clear.

And all we do is
Equivocate to
Mislead and reach
Hiding ourselves for
Surreptitious
Words buried no
Longer incisive when
It matters most and
We gave up trying to
Let vulnerabilities
Free when we began