Sidorenko's Writing

A Library in Progress

(Poems) – falling action

there’s red in the sunlight,

i can taste it in my tongue:

heavy and holy—

i’m dying in the sunrise

with hollowed bones

but no wings.

I never left my country,

barely left my home.

the morning burns my eyes,

and it’s quiet here,

alone.

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