Day: Feb 7, 2023

I want to hold onto this moment and squeeze its palm,

I want to float in it like bodies float in salty oceans.

The fire on the horizon means violence and harm,

And time tells me not to waste my devotion.

Yet, I stretch the clock like dough until it snaps.

My heart shatters like a stained glass window in a storm.

I want to believe that love conquers traps.

I want them to see that your ghost can keep me warm.

-Jackie