The smoke stole, across the
sky.  I remember.
When I
was young.

Skies of pink clouds
across the evening
mark the advent hour.

I was 9. Then 29

The crazy years.

But i learned to survive.
So I thought.

There were lessons
I had to learn

Like pulling apart my
skin to see where the

bleeding

began.


Caroline Shank
5.18.2025