Reid@YWP

Fell in love with a golden illusion. 

World veiled in a bronze light, 

Everything felt right. 

The warmth of sun kissing skin, 

The reassurance of night, 

Love is a new, familiar taste that’s different every time. 

Once you fall back in, 

You feel everything all over again. 

It’s an exotic sensation. 

Who said falling in love was a graceful experience?

    Lara, a 16 year-old girl, is coming home from school one day.  

My soul

is the sea-skimming air

that whistles through young children’s shells,

mimicking siren calls

It is

the hurricane gusts

I existed as a precocious young girl who lived only in the context of her own mind. 

I pranced over to the neighbor’s yard to gather rose petals for the fairies’ dresses,