Nature

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

 

I can remember running through tall dry grass

in my shorts

with hair flying as wildly as a kite caught in the wind.

The tail tickles my nose

and I stop and let go watching as my kite surfs the wind like a dancer.

A waterfall at the edge drips

with a noise like that of a koi fish singing
and I squish my toes deep into cold mud
to ground myself before the sun sets.
Bright bursts of oranges

pinks and my kite

sail above my head.

Hair still wild,

eyes faded and milky

I can remember that day
but now it is behind glass
and stuffed away in drawers.

The world slowly rocking back and forth
the whistle of the wind

the soft purring of a fish tank

and the smell of dried grass.

Because now I can’t see nature
but I can remember it.

Illustration by Sonam Kaloti

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diagnose this.

twist my arm,

pull my ear,

I have all the power here.

try me once

Tl decide you have lived enough.

don’t turn around,

a demon with pink hair stands her ground.
better frown, lest you smile—

she'll slice your vile grin and go.

the smell of matchsticks burns in the backyard
piles of my last six up in smoke.

make yourself at home,

all the ghosts, all the crazies.
look inside the mirror

what I fear

stands behind me.

lam not alone,

I have bones in my closet.
make yourself at home,

we are not alone.

 

  

Photo by Morgan Hannah