Charlotte Renaud

Arts & Culture Editor

Her eyes fell on the redness of a shoe

The colour fading simply from existence

There it was the rusted colour

Like dried cherry tomatoes

The shade owned only by living loving blood

The sun hit on it like a third eye

Nothing existed in darkness 

She knew this

Her every blink sent it air kisses

The top eyelashes joining the bottom ones in a brief union– at last! 

They proclaimed 

They complained

So often about their separation

But comfortable reunion 

Consolidates blindness

And she knew this

She knew she had to open 

To receive anything at all

And just like that

Reaching for all the world she could hold

Her arms extended to her sides

Breaking out of their mummified casts

Creaking like old tree trunks

And just like that

Her mouth

Her eyes

And her heart opened