Witness ~ Aimee R. Cervenka


Sitting that night by the fire, all she could think
was how the logs had segmented to look
like a spine. You were saying something
about your life, but the bones in the fire
glowed slow flashes of red,
she heard only their sighing breath.
Voice falling in the empty air, you saw
her eyes closed, hand reaching
for the graceful length. Her fingers
gentle and burning, like rest.