After Lola Young
What’s worse?
The casual way we word fucked
or the fact that when you called me up,
I considered it good luck?
Drought makes thirst.
To get nourishment,
I don’t mind putting my face in the dirt.
I’m ready to feel flame,
a fallen leaf yearning to be burnt.
Hidden colors go unseen
until the vein’s no longer green,
and of course we told each other
no one will get hurt,
but that was before the lightning,
the frosty windowpanes,
and continuous gusts
made us both useless.
©2023 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Art: Marta Orlowska “Cosy Autumn”
Lola Young “What Is It About Me”





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