Suite X

A glimpse into the studio and salon of Scott Edward Cole

As fireflies jarred

the savior of breaths

for the moment

after the dazzling

flash

of sunless surrender.

A deep wood retreats

on itself, to reveal an open field.

The taste of earth and iron.

Blood.

An armband

made of animal hide.


Suddenly sullied

and sullen, swallowing

the savior of breaths. 

4 years ago