[seemoreglass48]: 636.Poetry.Kodak Dawn

Don't like this one much...aka it needs help.

She awakens, rubbing
sleep out of her eyes.
At the crack of backbone
she stretches to the sky.
The static on silk sheets
brushes her cheek
as she waits for the shock
of cold to bore
under her skin.
She glares into the new day—
a shard of winter light—
as she thinks, “what I see
I could never do.”