SHADES OF RED
Blood welling up through the split in my thumb.
Four crescent shapes driven into my palms.
Threads lacing my eyes.
This poem is a part of a larger collection, one which probes the contrasts between the cosmic and trivial, the grand and commonplace, the light and dark as well as examines the joy and anguish of being in the middle of it all.
Plus, I always wanted to get the phrases "aqueous sac" and "sugar maple" in the same poem.