even the highways decorate themselves for the holidays
strings of white lights headed one way
and red lights trailing off
a consolation for lonely travellers
in white dark winter
-breanna morgan
Tag: Writing
water sighs
over my skin
as i wade in
i am a body
from water
equal parts
gentle
and outraged
the sea reclaims me
one inch at a time
-breanna morgan
saline
cold as poison
slips into my veins
in a dance
these tubes know too well
nothing will pass my lips
so we surpass
straight to the source
and it seeps
a chill that won’t warm
into a body
that only craves heat
–breanna morgan
like coming and going
good things never last long
-breanna morgan
saline
cold as poison
slips into my veins
in a dance
these tubes know too well
nothing will pass my lips
so we surpass
straight to the source
and it seeps
a chill that won’t warm
into a body
that only craves heat
-breanna morgan
it’s a quarter past two
under our own stars
and one blanket
telling stories
of adventures to come
-breanna morgan
i think about you in the gaps
of letters that spell out goodbye
-breanna morgan
