Dust
Isabella O’Brien ‘23
i want to cradle you
like holding the moon on a delicate string in quiet melodic hours during twilight i cry tears of the ocean spilling out of my red-rimmed eyes though i feel you, you are never there i miss you like the incessant cravings of delicate marble fingers and the sky’s tones of soft violet i hope you’ll hold me, swaying, until we are nothing but dust among the fabric of the universe
First place art contest winner
Devon Vopni ‘21 Fractured Moments Oil on Canvas
ESSE 2021 | 74