My burning sins on your blue skin
as you float by beneath us.
Your eyes roll back into pure white pearls
and you sink beneath the surface.
Waves of your heartbeat soften
as silk oceans fold right over you.
A cold origami made from flesh and blood,
white spirited and brittle boned.
December the tenth, nineteen-ninety-six,
the boy we once knew touched down.
The inky surface shifted,
an underwater lunar mission,
that he would never know.
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Sour Cherries // Poetry // Compilation #5
PoetryCompilation of poetry created or adapted for my university's year one poetry course.
