You can’t grasp her
she slips through
your uncalloused hands
like water

reach for her matted
and tangled curls

that’s your fault

caress a finger over
her cold skin

you are touching the ghost
of her

does she haunt you

Where did you exist
when she huddled for warmth

blowing hot breath on her
own fingertips
to stave off the chill

look into those glassy
amber eyes before you
close them

you never saw herΒ 

you can not reach her

now

 

One of the bands I’m currently obsessing over Lola Marsh, put out a single “She’s a Rainbow” and this piece came from the swelling of emotion after I listened (the first 6 times).

 

Cover art by NoPattern

 

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