the evening’s indigo sky seeps through.
it empties me, pulling out my blood.
shadows caress a frame of a monster.
the trees’ arms needle through,
I sit alongside the deep blues, they drown me.
smooth and cold from the touch of icy tears.
snow falls like a fainting heart, it covers me,
blankets of misery, memories, pain and love.
stars never show, never dance. absent rebels.
it is darker than it should be and I have no one,
it is darker than it should be but I can have me.
I’ll drink my coffee, pretend the first cup isn’t cold,
my blood’s still gone, I still feel the sky’s pull.
a tree is my keeper, a warrior silhouette,
like some strong superwoman:
endless sighs, no regrets.
Author of poetry books, Dragonfly Island and Mosaic of Ashes J.L. Harlow has now had eight poems published both in print and through online literary magazines such as White Ash, Fat City Review, Surrounded Magazine, Riveter Review and others. In her spare time she enjoys creating art work, drinking coffee, reading and learning about cultures of all kinds and searching the world for inspiration. J.L. Harlow is currently working on a novel, she hopes to inspire and be inspired throughout her future work.