Aurora

My Screaming Twenties

The sun rises in all places,

even here, across these headstones,

casting beams of sunlight

onto pavement and grass.

Everything is asleep,

except her, a lone wanderer

who likes the taste of 7am

and the way the sky blushes

as the moon whispers goodbye

and the sun, hello.

Everything is silent,

apart from her heart

which thunders in memory

of him.

The clouds are gilded in gold,

fingertip lining, a reminder

of the life she felt with him.

Much like these buried lovers

and their beloveds

above and below.

Shadow lingers, seeking

a home in the girl

lost in Aurora’s graveyard,

amongst flowers and shades

of solemn remembrance.

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