Hindsight

She rests in submerged red. Always glistening and resisting. Her bafflement at my proclivities a source of constant amusement. Testament to the devices. Testament to my livid ministrations. Remonstrated in mewling animal sounds.

Precise like devious sorcery. In broad stroked masterpieces. Painting sky against storm. Breaking like a filly. Saddled and rattled. Always present. Always pliant.

Day in. Day out. Night time. Day time. Blending like seasons. Sun and moon becoming one. Never know when it stops. Never know to cross the line.

As I pen this to paper, I can see the sun peaking out through jail cell window.