Her Life Anew

Her mind is lost in a desert.

Suffocating in its own curiosity and doubt,

and her heart is disintegrating

as it beats, black and blue.

The noise of cosmic love nestles itself around her neck

as she tries to find the answers to life

in the text of a word search puzzle.

Someone in particular soaked her soul in gasoline and set it on fire.

But, don’t you worry dear, the soft flames won’t burn for long.

The thieving wind smiled down on her

and stole her burdens away from her shoulders,

pushing her into a pond full of harmony and order.

She bathed herself with innocence

and came up to the surface gasping for air

with only a movie ticket

in hand.

12:03 PM

She opened her wet eyelashes and it felt like May again.

Birds were singing from A to Z

and the shining sun greeted her fair skin with glowing rays.

Her mind has been set free from the over-rated idea of

love

which she defined now

as bullshit.

And her newly renovated heart found peace with simplicity.

She will no longer live in a closet

full of striped sweaters and fake fortune cookies,

but instead,

in a treehouse

where two hearts will meet and entwine

becoming the same thirsty heartbeat.

She will find reassurance in those crescent moon eyes of his

and comfort in the warm kisses that translate

into a new language that speaks directly

to her soul.

She’ll forget the wrong and paint the new,

in the same treehouse

where she hears Mumford & Sons sing

“The time we were given will be left for the world. The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by the plague. So let the memories be good for those who stay.”
- Karley Sanders (Fall 2010 - Roadblock)