Glimmer in the Ash

Those pools of brewed liquid would churn around pupils of the sweetest licorice. They’d shimmer in the most intoxicating moments, like a waft of steam was caught inside them. There was a depth to those eyes, so profound and savoringly bitter, that I had to remind myself to ingest them slowly. But the way they’d…

Someone

I want someone who knows not of heartache’s toll A specimen bred from unspoiled radiance Of whom cannot give credence to the shadows That bore shelter to a creature like me   I want someone produced from innocence A fine soul crafted from the purest sand And from that silk-like substance Exists inexplicably to the…

Remember

I need you. More than I ever have before. Your bright eyes. Your hysterical laugh. Your wild white hair. My hand enclosed in yours. It was all the comfort I ever needed. Do you remember? I used to run across that green lawn like it was the entire world in one place. I’d get scratched…

The Nature of Change

Her steps turned to strides the moment her beige booties clapped against the cobbled road. Even her eyes shimmered––like pools of earl-gray brewing under the sun––before the marvelous sights that towered above her. She ducked under a branch stippled with cranberries and ascended the stone steps of the library just beyond. In an untouched corner,…

The New Beginning

At first, it was a delicate blossom swaddled in pastel words and showered in the rays of experiences just beginning. But there comes a time when the petals must splay and the truth of heartbreak, of passion and love, lick the leaves with tendrils of a flame only rising. The heat is impossible, the drought…

Ocean

I was in my seventh year of living, approaching the shore despite the brisk air and harshness of the lapping waves. I’d forgotten how to swim some years prior, but that fact never halted me from breathing in the beauty of the wild waters. The sky was bathed in clouds, like a bubblebath with too…

Passion in Paris

They sit with their backs against the spotless glass, bordering the cafés as if they’ve become one with the translucent substance as they sit. Though, they are not like reflections, but rather the beings who stare at the glass to see through. And even with their bodies benched outside, they watch everyday life as if…

Golden Summertime

Find me in the golden summertime With leaves no longer brass Follow me down along the green Where the flowers bloom in mass   Take your palm with flesh like silk And hold your hand in mine With irises like the bark of oak You’ll transcend the ache of time   I wait for you…

Wings of Adoration

Plumage like cotton flaps in haste Passed irises expanded with light Come to me you who dares to not Be thine muse like God to the fallen angel For your taste is not savory But something I long for still   You are the moon to my sun Why must it be my glow that…

The Yellow Butterfly

Have you ever chased a yellow butterfly? Its wings like honey in the golden light Like amber silk caressing your skin Like the wealth of gold in your dreams   The temptation to abandon life For what you might feel For what you might have Teases you like the untouchable hue of its wings  …