Blushing shadows

it was night, and she crept along the edge of insanity
wondering when she would fall.


tapping lights that flicker on and off
inside my chest
and now i sit writing
wondering if i will ever have the same rush again

i've seen pink fade to grey to blue to black
to all of the impossible things in the world that are the sweet taste of freeness
because the sun had faded away and we were left with our hands outstretched

the cold of the shower, her hands felt the droplets fling themselves onto the creases
and like tears, they were fleeting and fast
more, more, more of the magical


because at sunset all things burn into my pupils
at sunset i am left twirling until the moutain spins in front of me
doing cartwheels until i am rushed with love
and me, just me.
just me and sunset.

the lightness of shadows crept forward, 
as she lifted her chin into the void.


and a cream colored moth floated by my chin, so i said namaste
my legs burning from the after effects of thigh yoga
the concealer of the sky sliding over the blush of the sun.

goodbye, she said,
and flew into light,
so we are all sunset,
and sunset is night.

 

NiñaEstrella

VT

15 years old

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