Pinky
​Madison Yardumian

Words 
drizzle over the palm trees 
like a smile
Pinky orange trickling
onto treetops
 
I hear the boom
of sunset
 
Dusty purple oozes peach
and I wonder 
if time will bring out
more of me 
or less
 
A green twinge bites my sky
so the trees become
forsaken fingers
I feel them melt into an outline
huddled together 
like shaky hands
 
I know this is the end
 
That
this 
moment
will
seep
 
to
 
ash
 
I watch an airplane pretend to be a star

Maddy is a super senior at Scripps. When they're not writing poetry, you can find them singing with their a cappella group, drinking large, caffeinated beverages, and struggling to finish their senior thesis.