late night shifts, and
we are not ourselves
girls with too many hearts
blue in destruction mode
her smile catching in webbed
light, mangled hope
causes sunshine depression
but this connection is
better-fall in love with
the dying, homeless,
future home wreckers
this is your shadow
rummaging through
my thoughts
make a sound to
pull me out of inhibition
redhead, golden dress
want to runaway?
Alishya Almeida
2 comments:
Alishya Almeida is 17 and is studying in Bangalore, India. Her work has appeared in Gloom Cupboard, Thirteen Myna Birds and a handful of stones
Lovely poem, I really like the way it ends too. Nothing like a proposition to runaway... :)
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