Photo by Athena Rajnai
back then
you grabbed Father time by his collar
and kept begging for more
like the coy, soft fawn
our eyes glistened prismatic hues
when summer came
and in the winter
were drenched in fear
its skin was warm and undisturbed
for but a moment
and its rib cage sunken in
taut against the never ending foliage
the carcass perished
in the chase
the sphere has bled itself dry
and wants another life
Kindergarten 