Etchings

The bed creaked as I sat on blue

And white satin sheets and started writing, my wrists moving swiftly

The snake slithering slowly in her golden tank

the scales on her body glittering

I wonder if she is content with solitude.

Rainbow holiday lights glow on my stairs

Old sports trophies collect dust on my dresser

GIving them a grayish look.

Ink darkens my hand and blots my white lined paper

In the corner my grandmother’s rosary

Flashing ruby, emerald and opal onto my walls.

Her name etched into the cross

Like her memory in my heart