maelynslavik

On my sixteenth birthday.

I curled into a ball in the frayed, silk afterglow of childhood, 

I want your freckled cheeks and blond eyelashes

and I want your flying hair

and I want your careful words that start tumbling fast,

woven together,

please

so I can wrap myself up

and remind myself of happy.

Dear, that fifteen minutes, a week

less than.

all it took for you to worm your way in. 

A day. A moment. A lifetime crammed between seconds.

a bond that is a force to be reckoned with.

For the adjective challenge I described an apple and than I asked ChatGPT to describe an apple without adjectives.