Dear Journal

If I meet you suddenly, I can't speak.

-Sappho

The sky is a lilac blanket.

Swathed in the mania of the day’s passing,

My foot flutters like the wings

Of a flustered hummingbird.

I do not notice his entering.

You’re fidgety interrupts

My thoughts. His gravelly voice

Compels my heart to beat

So intensely that I’m unsure

I remember how to breathe.

Has he seen?

Does he know what it is I’ve written?

I leave you this as my last post for a week. I'll be without phone/internet for the next week. I hope you like it. It is going to be the piece I submit for Shadows. <3 PM [they didn't like it. try again next semester?]

Despair

It’s raining.

The drops darken red bricks

As they pool at my feet.

I sit outside my dorm.

And I watch

Drops hit me.

Feet pitter-patter past.

And rain splashes free,

reminding my ruined reflection

that I’m only pitter-patter,

empty chatter.