What the Night KnowsA Poem by TemerityOur eyes, once enamored with each other’s gazes, now flit like the shadows of owls caught in those yawning morning rays - rare and shy, almost ashamed as they hide away behind clandestine lenses. And the breaking light cracks its claws against the
pavement, arcs its back as it awakens and stretches blue arms out across the sky to rid itself of the night, as though the stars were shameless confessions of the universe’s lustful honesty, as though we would judge it for having so shyly stripped to expose its pockmarked body. I wake up to find that we’re twisted like the aged and
tangled roots of forest trees, curved to crooked contours and standing to release our breaths and watch them evaporate into the waiting contrails above us, the words transfixed in the morning fog and delaying what we’re sure, in our heart of hearts, is
guilt. © 2013 TemerityAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTemerityAmherst, MAAboutUm, uh...hello! You all look quite dapper this evening. *ahem* Anyway! I'm an eighteen-year-old college student majoring in Psychology and (hopefully) Creative Writing. My favorite genre is realistic/.. more..Writing
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