it's never what you think

the sun
a yellow smudge
of a lozenge
unswallowed, sits meekly
between
a veil of clouds,
unwashed sheets
serrated
and stained, with blood
and what
we weep.
it will set one day,
not in glorious shades
of amber
or pink,
but just fade away,
fade away,
fade away. this isn't
a hallmark
movie.
life is never what
you think.