We make footprints in the s a n d
and watch the ocean cough up
green g l a s s bottles & plastic bags
fingers touching.
We run down cobblestone lanes,
studying lilies & laceleafs.
We don't forget
that the storms could knock us down.
Whirlwind bodies howl on the horizon,
but we are safe,
connected
by laughter & unspoken promises,
palm tree eyes & violet skies.
We run until our limbs
feel like morning mist.
When we go inside,
Mom and Dad tell us stories about
ghost pirates haunting the island
We pretend to be brave
but sneak to sleep on Amber's floor.
Amber is the bravest of us all.
She tells us the hurricanes
will never take us.
She's going to keep us safe.
Amber tells us she's seen one before,
water trying to climb to the stars,
wind screaming a thousand deaths,
but we are not afraid because
Mom and Dad are snoring in their room
and Amber is smiling in the lamplight,
making a tempest out of her fingers.
"The real monsters are the hurricanes inside us,"
she whispers, making her eyes wide.
We sleep soundly
and dream of bodies made of water and pain.
- River (written in the same journal with spring flowers on the cover, dedicated to Luke)
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Choke
PuisiRiver Thomas is a sixteen-year old, carefree girl. She spends her time visiting the beach next to her home and going to late-night parties, but that all changes when her house burns down with her family inside. After she goes to live with her aunt i...
