Colors In High

Aur Revoir. Stucco demons. Auf Wiedersehen. Brick angels.

Every stone. Knows me too well. Dotting the J's with smudged fingersprints. Crossing the T's. Like empty parking lots in the winter. The snow taller than us. The salt chewing through the soles of our shoes. Until every footprint is invisible. A manic alarm for every night the world remains mute. A coin toss to determine how hard it is.

The pandemonium of hope like fireworks. Exploding.

Falling down.

You cup your last eyelash in your hand and ponder how long it's been since you've lost.