Black A, Red E, White I, Purple O, Silver U, Vowels

A, a hunter’s eyes,
the crow’s wings,
that unoccupied coffin,
my combat boots.

E, the sun-kissed cheeks,
an apple in my hands,
maybe even blood-shot eyes.

I, the raw flesh of his albino ancestors,
the parchment where I set my ink,
gleam of the morning sun.

O, the last sip of wine,
the bruise on his face,
the shadow under a rose petal.

U, the clouds after a slow rain,
the key to my heart,
my shining moon.

Kendall Lynne

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