Poems from isabelle.nuit
My feet buried from view,
I’m unable to see the burial below me.
Layers of sand shoveling higher,
clinging to the toes.
I cry, as all...
Pastel bows,
Cream frills, and
Crimson cheeks
Identify me on the seventh day.
Muscles cramp
As my smiling mask
Begins to crack,
Kneeling ...