elise.writer

The frowned-upon coffee stain on your favorite sweater
The stamp of the all-too bright winter sun pressed to your eyelids
The sharp sliver under your curling crimson fingernail

If you close your eyes,
you'll feel the wind in your hair,
palms clinging to the peeling metal paint,
pushing your weightless body into the sky,
floating out the sunroof,
as your heart pulses to the beat of

As new January arises, one more layer of complications spreads throughout the lavender atmosphere.
As new January arises, one more layer of this-way-to-be (no, it's that-way-to-be) sprinkles down