Anne Packard // MEMORIES

YOUR eyes

always

dripped with stars

you held each

breath

in the palm of your hand

like

an elegant sunset had

danced in your blood

 

FIERCE quiet

now clenches its fists

each melancholy aftertaste

hardens your edges

with

crusty glue

and

broken sidewalk chalk

 

WONDER wanders

and my bubbling thoughts

are pierced

by

your leftover bruises

and

my chipped veins

 

SALT corrodes

that glistening rouge

which used to

stain my unfortunate lungs

and now can only

whisper you in faded alleyways

 

FEAR happiness

a side effect of guilt

your heaviness that hangs

on a drunken wing

in a cold cliché

 

REMEMBER beginnings

in bits and pieces

you cling to the hem of

my satin dress

 

IN the

palm of your hand

I can only

 

BRE

athe.

 

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