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“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng in Fall 2017 Advertisements
The origami our entwined hands form flutters so delicately in love’s storms.
And again, I return from the dead; adding ‘Lazarus’ to my list of names.
Even lonely stars still shine.
The sky is a juice box the sun a straw hole I’m waiting for you to suck me up out of this fishbowl rough little fish I have spikes and sharp teeth I wonder: is it because you’re forgetful or … Continue reading
My arm was cut instead of an onion but tears swelled like it was a ripe onion. But it was a translucent bottle with bubbling red fizz celebrating silence.
I thought only the moon could shed its own light to become unseen until one day nobody could see me too.
Your alchemy melts the skin off my bones so all you see is my soul.
She never fit in the world above so she tied weights around her legs. I yelled, “stop!” but in the sea she jumped finally feeling like she belonged.
The world makes storms of pain; breathe them in and breathe out fire, for you and I are dragons, darling with wings made to fly above these terrifying winds of change.