If this is hell, I wonder what heaven looks like. You cannot imagine a sky bluer than this blue. What’s the Platonic form of butterflies? You close your eyes and smell the sunlight on the long grass. Will the stars sing with us? Every square inch of you bursts...
I feel like this is sort of cheating for NaPoWriMo because this is a poem I wrote before, just slightly reworked for my poetry class. I’m not sure that I like the revision. If you want to see the original version, you can check it out here. Enjoy! Lucifer sits...
Lucifer sits beside me with one blue-jeaned knee pulled up to his chest and one lanky leg draped over the dock: “but isn’t pain sort of beautiful, in its own way?”his hair’s the kind of blonde thatholds the sunlight and his eyesare speckled...
