“Dissolving Palaces” by A.J. Huffman


"I begin with the cloud on its back,"
          -- Lynn Emanuel

Cutting out the silver
is the dream
you have left me with.
And I wallow
in its seeping stillness.
Cold.
As any spoiled angel would be.
But it’s too late anyway.
My wings are already stained.
And heavier than dead.
They burn
to be buried
in something --
anything --
darker than themselves.
And that can only be blood.
So I must sacrifice.
Again.
Against the light.
I choose the easy way out.
And slice the hollow.
That used to hold my heart.
In half.