M A R N I E
who smiles, waves, cheers
Ymarnie, who wears her heart on her ratty sleeve and puts brambles in her hair. marnie, who bounces with sunlight in russet curls and hops, leaps, jumps with sunsinged boots and boogies with a yellow dress, twirling titian nun-chucks in her hand. she is young and beautiful and wise and delicate and pure and caring and—
bitter and broken and tangled in a wrong path of nostalgia.
marnie, who wakes with pictures that plague her, taunting questions burdening what's left of the reason behind her smiles // (these w at er melon smiles can't ripen underwater)// marnie, drowns in sleep during her showers and cries when night looms closer.
apollo leaves and marnie remembers shattered mirrors, beer bottles, and hush child, daddy won't hurt you
©
(bomboclat)
