White Cotton Gowns
By: Katie M. Moss
She types in the archetypal click-click pattern,
As her eyes follow the dusty old keys.
This will be her new beginning.
This will be her blank life filled.
Snow on her toes as she trudges up the mountain.
Dirt in her heart as she trudges through the streets.
Garbage filled, sorrow filled, guilty streets of life.
White powder cleansing it, shards of daylight.
Brain, body, soul, up in the air.
Transcending words, transcending her cares.
Stop light. Red squares of delicious, malevolent hope.
Green is go. Jealously and luck swaying to and fro.
White cotton flowers. Strands of hair. Daffodil petals.
In the moonlight.
In the sunlight.
She soaks the sunlight through her damp fingertips.
She sways in the wind of her sisters gone before.