What the Thunder Said Vol. 7 | Page 14

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You look like someone I could bury

in a garden

With clothes rugged and eyes sunken

With lips that taste of remnant black cherry

I’ll cover you in a dozen dried sunflowers and

Later I'll dig you up

I'm trying to forget you.

Your ash blonde hair will still be stained of the smell of smoke

You will still have a crooked, contagious smile

You are now a ghost.

I won't reach out my hand for you to hold

because you'll disappear.

And when you choose to haunt someone else's dreams

you’ll think of me.

Sorry

Sophia Luna