Stained Lips
by Kelli Lage
Teenaged, I sat on my slanted driveway and let summer
dusk settle into my skin. I wished to breathe in the
sleepy blue hue that slowly drips into sky. However, all
that filled my lungs was Hunger. I was ravenous. If only
to sneak my hands into a jar of stars and have their
nectar pour down my sunken cheeks. Maybe then when
lightning strikes, it would be me who strikes bolts of
fire. Oh Night! I hear you give dreamers answers. But
as I sit and wait the rush of my anxieties are deafening.
I can only hope you take pity on me and wake with
stained lips.
Kelli Lage lives in the Midwest countryside with her husband, and their dog, Cedar. Lage is currently earning her degree in Secondary English Education and works as a substitute teacher. Lage states she is here to give readers words that resonate. Awards: Special Award for First-time Entrant, Lyrical Iowa.