Apricot Blood

Rivers of patterns splay on a proud khachkar tall, baked by a glowing apricot sky and looming mountains, crisp like knuckles. All rocks cast a shadow. The mountains throw down a gaze where the daisy-yellow glow is drenched in a maroon pomegranate splatter. The mountains watch as generations of mothers pinch golden cheeks with stalagmited fingers, and they te