A lightning strike
imprinted on the insides of my eyelids
as I fall asleep in the humidity of June
and awaken in a new world of my brain
with a boy wizard and a ginger haired sibling
and a girl with frizzy hair
and I feel not-so-alone anymore.
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poems of june
Poesie•Welcome, June. But first, coffee.• The poems will vary from "Tumblr poetry" to free verse to rhymed to anything that I think of at the moment. Happy June! (All of these poems are first drafts, but votes and constructive criticism are ALWAYS appreci...
