she was
fire in the night
and when she burned
the whole world turned
to see what shone
and everyone, no everyone,
would burn their fingers
for just a touch of her flame
but always as she'd come, she'd go,
and the night would cool again
and whole world would be left to wonder
with only
stinging cheeks
and smooth fingertips
to remind them
she was real at all
-atticus
poetry is what happens when your mind stops working and for a moment,
all you do is feel.
there is always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.
i published this chapter and then two more atticus quotes showed up and i was like welp poop i can't exactly just have one atticus poem and then the next chapter have two in one so i had to go back. hopefully no more atticus shows up for a long time.
YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poésiefor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
