Anne Walsh / Poetry

Heaven is Electric Pink

My former self crouched
composed by every element coming
in through the broken screen
blizzard froze my hair
heaven electric pink
through the two-in-the-morning window.
Now I think loneliness is like lightning.
It is attracted to its previous victims.
Luckily solitude keeps me company.

© Anne Walsh

 

pink_lightning_by_heidispidey

Pink Lightning, photo by Heidi Spidey

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