By Evy Anders, TIWP student

new woken eyes meet
ones of peridot and obsidian
beneath the daily curtain
of warmth and white light

hidden pockets of stowed time
very few beheld the fog
more hidden than the travelling turkeys
more secret than these dwellings

a fresh closeness swirling green and purple
study the soul, then carob and penny
chew on the warm content
and choke on monarch butterflies

observe the living mirror, judge it
hide from its screaming reflection
notice the cracks, fear the fractures
bite my tongue
let it rip me inside