let's dance through the sky,
soak in the sun, and swim
among birds and clouds.
summer! calls
for watermelon splitting
and festivals of fireflies and roses.
we'll skip across stones and jump over creeks,
chasing each other through the day
and into a night full of stars.
i scramble through muddy grass,
trying my hardest not to slip and fall.
i can barely see through the gloom -
heavy clouds obscure the moon,
and rain pours down in
slick silver sheets.
i’m all bruised fingers and scraped knees;
hot tears drip down my cheeks
as i continue my frantic search.
i wish i could pretend you never existed,
but that’s impossible now.
you are the dread coursing through my veins,
the chill that runs up my spine
on a warm summer night.
you are what keeps me trapped in darkness,
impossibly lost in the maze
of a city i’ve lived in all my life.
maybe in a few years,
i will feel the bliss of m
she wrote all of his promises
on a hundred squares of paper,
one 'i swear i will' per sheet.
each time he didn't keep his word
she'd fold another rose, and soon
her garden of disappointment
flourished.
with every passing thought, i rot away,
surrounded by ephemera of the day.
the sun is grey, the skies are black,
and the road i walk is a blemished white.
yet while the trees are bleached of their vivid hues,
only rain can penetrate the shadowy veil,
allowing me
to drown
in the colors of a monochrome world.
Luna's Book of Dreams [EXCERPT] by Sze-Kai-di, literature
Literature
Luna's Book of Dreams [EXCERPT]
Luna's Book of Dreams [EXCERPT]
Chapter One
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