Rocky_O

Hazy hot days when the early morning dew disappeared long before sleepy eyes opened, the sun peaking through the window far too early.

 

It was 65 degrees in April 
Warm enough for bare arms, exposed shoulders. 
I wear heavy snow pants, and a tank top to defend against the heat. 
Goggles and helmet.

 

In the midst of late winter, the sky seems endlessly gray, and the trees bend towards the ground as if to express that they too are tired of the cold.

I could stoke the flames of hatred,
and dance among the fire.
Let the smoke cloud my vision, 
Let the great billowing clouds conceal me. 

I could dip my toes in the waters of jealousy,

The day I found out I might lose you,
I felt my heart stop, and my skin go cold like ice,
The invisible monster that lived inside of you laughed at me,
Enjoying, as it watched my heartbreak