an ode to black mornings

something is metacognitive
about walking into school
when the hills
cloaked with dark navycoal fog
keep the sun pushed behind
their backs–:
& I feel
if only for a few moments more
that my sad thoughts &
bad morals
glow through my skin
like paper lanterns at Halloween
& I burn
through the shrouds of
the dying night


About laurenfedorko

Aspiring writer. English teacher. Philosophy: know more about the world than you did yesterday and lessen the suffering of others.
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