Pangea

By Meagan Massie

Your eyes are the pine needles in this forest, the deciduous trees laugh at my admiration. My cheecks are flushed and damp, Yet I can taste the photograph of us last month freezing in my pocket

Part of me resides in Mount Rainier, beside Briana, With only the vast lake that surrounds me. Halloween is near... Though I’m afraid the phantom will be resurrecting from his grave of denial.

If I pluck the roses from the cemetery, the stallion will be lost.

“Hyvää yötä Kulta,” your breath feathered against my ear. I blinked once or twice, your face faded as the sun in the sahara.

I sprinted across the continents, swimmin the Atlntic. Meagan’s pockets weep as the paper melts. Soon Pangea will return and the distance will shrink, my ears will strain for the timbre of your noctural voice.

I will taste the salt on my skin to know my tears still reside a continent away.

En päästä sinua menemään

My finger yearn to hold the folded creases of the two of us... Kauniita unia.

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