9.
You scare me,
I told her.
More than anything ever has.
Silly girl
Elliot mumbled into my neck
no need,
I'm here,
not going anywhere.
But –
No,
shoves her mouth on mine
tugs at my braid
don't. Just be here.
I'm trying.
Her weight is a comfort,
weighing down my fear from above.
Elliot encompasses me,
creates new paths down my arms and sides
and I feel very
very
alive.
YOU ARE READING
Bloom, Shifting
PoetryElliot. The name sits on my tongue, melting as if it were sugar. Elliot. I hold that sweet name in my mouth all the way home, mouthing it to the darkness. She moves to the city to learn how to write. She trades redwoods for skyscrapers and...
