Spilled Ink

pinksubmergence:

the afternoon folded into another lonely tangerine
and I was left to scramble for my own bearings
it was alarming to see time slip furiously away
into portions of light which smoldered into clay
in brief seconds the smell of stale dust grew
tickling the fringe of noses as black stole blue
it was the remnants of how the day had raced
tiny planktons of air for land whales to be traced
so I summoned a shadow in places I could
and removed the gauze when wounds looked good
I dabbed it a concentrate of your heart’s blood
so I could sleep, numbed, with your heart’s thud