bright a. f. 

a chairlift,

sweetheart.

the go around thing 

that moves you breathlessly,

you know? 

like the air almost-

I never thought about it.

synthesized 

with my platelets 

that’s where I left you 

in a cough 

or a maddened exhale 

I thought now would just 

keep going,

you know?

the sun never once 

gave away 

that daylight would end 

it was just bright 

as fuck 

and then 

all of a sudden

it was night

as hell. 
 
 

– sheila c

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