

Like That Light Morning
One, sharp,
ringing bell.
Then silence.
Your I.V. drips
and I count every second
in limbo.
Never have I known
how it feels to be in a place
with so much fragility,
that the invasive scent
of whatever porridge
they decide to serve
every morning
is what it means to
get saved another day.
There’s not much of that,
now, out here,
where every form of solitude is flawed,
Faithless.
It is no longer
like that light morning.
Your hand on mine
my pulse wishing it was yours,
As the only thing we’ve allowed
to break the
clean,
antiseptic,
miserable air
around,
The beginning of
Somewhere Over The Rainbow plays
as if it could grant you
countless days of living.
If you liked Like That Light Morning, you will love Chelsea Yanga‘s previous work on The Ugly Writers:
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