Sunset. We let it. I regret that. Orange orb, opulent lozenge dissolving upon the horizon’s tongue. Arriving night starlit, tarpit ignited by fiery eyes, infinite suns where one once was, numbed by the number.
I’ll hold the morning back, quash the dawn like we’re swallowing sick then keeping it down.
Steven Holding lives in the United Kingdom. His story TURNING A TRICK appears in the collection BLOODLUST from Black Hare Press. You can follow his work at stevenholding.co.uk.