that night when you taught me to speak my mind

One hundred orange skies later
In yesterday’s dawn
Sat a girl
With a book on her knee
And ink on her left index finger

She remembered the ink
It was blue
Like the sea
It glistened in her mind
Spoofing the cerulean surf
Of her forgotten memories

It was a familial blue
It smelled like sadness
And it tasted like iron
It felt like the loveliest tulips
As they billowed in the breeze
Brushing her ankle
Which lay soft on the grass beneath her