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August, a poem by Skye Nicholson


There is a rip in the clouds where morning 

begins, in slow motion, to unwrap 

the night, shifting the sky from coal 

to ash to sand, telling the quick brown bat 

to go home. Air remains motionless, cowering 

in silence as daylight presses its hot, 

heavy body against the earth, a wet moan 

sliding up my neck, mosquitoes like fingertips 

teasing where they don’t belong.



Skye Nicholson is a part-time poet and founder and CEO of Soul's Truth Coaching, empowerment coaching services for women. She lives in Columbus, Indiana, with her husband and two children. Her first book of collected works, published December 2021, is entitled Unexpected Alchemy: Poems of Addiction and Awakening.