23-10-2012; i

whistling, the wind blew
through our eyelashes and
coloured the gaze we

bled upon the bloated sky.

howling, the lightening
cracked over our fingers like
a whipping from zeus and

basked in the masked light
of a false horizon.

screaming for mercy and
picking at the greying flecks
of skin at the corners of
our eyes and cuticles;

bring us redemption when
you come in the morning,
love. bring us redemption
when you can,