by Grace C. Przywara

Rubied roses and splattered wine, spilling sunsets, bruises, burns, fired iron and ancient rust,
edge of danger, passionate love—
 
Gentle yeses and offered palms, tight embraces and forgetting, restart, restarts, and open roads, empty pages, absolution.
 
Glass window panes and brimming eyes, dragonfly wings and gossamer, the endless skies and diamonds, midnight moonlight and final breaths—
 
The thumping drum of heart anew, the cool inhale at the summit, first trusting steps on unsure legs, and the break of dawn on Sunday.

Grace C. Przywara received an English degree from the University of South Carolina. Her poetry has appeared in Ekstasis Magazine and is forthcoming in Rise Up Review, and has placed multiple years in contests hosted by human rights organization Rehumanize International. Grace currently lives in Aiken, South Carolina.