A Newer, Brighter Outlook
by Elizabeth Anderson
People are mistaken- thinking
light is hope and happiness,
but light is really fear
criss-crossing over the calming
dark of dusk.
Light is swords of lightning, that
stab the Earth with fire,
and the icy snow that bleeds from
above, death by the cold-hearted
sky.
It is the sun that blinds and whispers
burning nothings in a blistered
ear, and the reflection of glass
that makes too-skinny girls
cry themselves to sleep.
Light is the color of flesh-stripped
bones, knives buried in shattered ribs-
the gnashing teeth of a monster, and
its eyes which gleam with
hunger.
While dark is comfort and quiet and
love, light is fear and anguish and
tears, wilting flowers and
foamy sea.
light is hope and happiness,
but light is really fear
criss-crossing over the calming
dark of dusk.
Light is swords of lightning, that
stab the Earth with fire,
and the icy snow that bleeds from
above, death by the cold-hearted
sky.
It is the sun that blinds and whispers
burning nothings in a blistered
ear, and the reflection of glass
that makes too-skinny girls
cry themselves to sleep.
Light is the color of flesh-stripped
bones, knives buried in shattered ribs-
the gnashing teeth of a monster, and
its eyes which gleam with
hunger.
While dark is comfort and quiet and
love, light is fear and anguish and
tears, wilting flowers and
foamy sea.