First Draft: Thanksgiving, 2010

[wishiwereemo]

I.

We woke in shades of grey, like twin flames,
legs wrapped in flannel sheets. The light
stole color from the air; the windows
hung blinding frames on the walls.

You held me to you and we breathed each other:
last night's cigarettes still shifting between
our mouths, full of embers. The red numbers
on your alarm clock burned constant,

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Comments

[anonymous]

I remember when you used to write beautifully.