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Peppermint

Clouds

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

  
 
   
  
  
   
   
  
   
 

 

I think I made it all up inside my mind—

Staring into the sky
Ared, twisty peppermint candy falls into my eye

It has the texture of an orange rind—
All tucked away in my head

Look too closely and you could go blind—

Profuse, wet triangles edging my eyes
Like a black halo

Full cloud cries

Peppermint candies fall and they flow

 

This little world of mine, where my imagination is fed

  

 

 

 

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my stardust
body has a
time limit

 

as a child I was obsessed by
stars, galaxies,
the nothing
captivated my youthful eyes, boulder like
chasing the planes and shooting stars that
on occasion
rip through the serene, stable dark matter
which holds us,
you,

and I,
together, so I may never fall away

from you
and your coalition with the nothing
to help you keep me here.
Iam nothing to you, if we cannot touch
but I want you to

believe in me, when I am here
whether we may already be intertwined by infinite
miniscule strings, or perhaps we
are already the same, and
to be falling would not have meant to be
ripped away

from you

but rather
to have torn one creation in half, and I fall
or

maybe
you did

 

Illustration by Morgan Hannah