FLYER - FALL BACK
what happens when the gentle tides of childhood
carry driftwood tragedies out of sight
and human memory glazes over
crackling sour notes with sugar?
cotton candy tendrils
drift into summer air as
suspended in time
if my shoulder blades could grow wings
with the ease of a politician sprouting horns,
hand on the holy book
making hellish promises in the dark,
i believe i’d trade my soul
to be carried far off from the age of eighteen.
take me back to my angel days
when mama would sing me showtunes
as baba rolled dumpling dough downstairs
when life didn’t tumble so far forward
and we found peace
flying was always my superpower of choice,
to be both butterfly and bee
light, sweet, soft, stinging
as my heels sink deeper into
adulthood and demise, i recall my mystical mornings
close my eyes.
Erin Ye is a high school student from Long Island, New York. Her work centers around nostalgia and adolescence, and she's obsessed with alliteration. You can find her at erinwritesessays.weebly.com, or walking along the North Shore. She's also an editor for Interstellar Literary Review and on Prose as @eritiserint.