By Hazel Smith, TIWP Student

the most gruesome fall from grace
idealizing your embrace
eyes that cry and gowns of lace hand in hand,
face to face
hunters tracking every movement
hollow laughter and skin translucent
my reputation,
my entombment
empty wishes for improvement
i’ll stay here as waters rise
and you’ll help me wash away their lies
no more cries no more black ties
just you and i,
no more goodbyes