Orange

I apologize for my incompetency at this posting regulary business!

Orange

for a million days

she was sitting there

twirling a strand

of her tangled hair

not that a million

days could fit in

that moment—more

likely it was just

a minute

but who gets to s

ay how long a

heart stays frozen?

ice will thaw its

white, transparent

cold

numbing

 cracked self, eventually

she had a theory

of a fiery heart

that once burned

with life

something could steal that

fire away

with the instant its

own fire went out

and so her flame

had turned into a

small kindle

it’s only as orange

as the setting sun

the setting sun that

trickles away holding

its light on the world

each second it can, until

it’s gone

for a million nights

sat there

twirling hair

dark night

heart ice

~Olivia