A Warm Taste Radiates

Staring at the sun

Feeling the burn in my eyes

I look away to blank canvas walls

To find emerging shapes suspended in mid-air, floating

Outlined in muted silence

A warm taste radiates, piercing through the lines

Face to face, holding it’s gaze, I inhale

Holding it’s life deep within my lungs

Pausing at the burn

Not wanting to exhale

Advertisement