a reaper's elegy

watercolor ghosts, blurring the edges, 
like taking off your glasses in the morning. 
will you stay this time? 

here, hold my hand. 
it's warm. 
you're cold, take this blanket. try to warm up now, alright? 

they stain the walls in dripping dark blotches 
that stretch along their footsteps, 
shadows and wisps and echoes and reflections 
pale copies of us. 

i'm sorry. you didn't deserve this, i promise. but it'll be okay. 

tears sting on my tongue, nettle tea eye-wateringly bitter, 
saltwater, honeycomb, the smell of sweetgrass. 

step through. 
what's it like? 
beautiful. i promise, you'll love it.
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yejunee

FL

17 years old

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