Somewhere down the road,
a dog barked.
It warned the brightening sky
that it had not yet been fed, that it had woken up hungry and its owners wouldn’t come out for a while longer.
It was a Saturday morning.
Quiet, peaceful--
Not unlike sleep.
The world had exhausted itself and passed out in the night, only to wake to the insistent coming of syrupy dawn.
Orange stained fingers reached through the darkness
and prodded around for something
they could not find. Pink
followed at a steadier pace, not as desperate for what it had lost.
Yellow came last, and
as Mara watched it glitter at the dangling edge of the world,
she reminded herself not to pull the trigger.
The gun dropped to the sagging porch with a firework clatter.
She cried for all of the bone-weary world to hear
as sunrise broke across a seething horizon. Warmth spread
from her damp toes, up her legs, and into the pit of her empty
carcass. It felt
like human touch
human warmth
human love.
Something she missed
and so disastrously craved.
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Brittany MacKeown
I also go by my middle name, Renee, but you can call me about anything
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