sunday storm.
it strikes like lightning - sudden but oh so natural, we were supposed to make it to this point.
heavy lids like sandpaper scratching our eyeballs, catching sight of a lifeless gaze in the broken mirror
fingers hovering over glass
the sunrise’s shimmer on plump coral lips - like it hasn’t quite caught up yet
my bare feet longing for the lake’s shore, pebbles pressing into skin
you’d be standing there, watching me walk deeper and deeper into the water.
wide open ocean eyes catching sight of my porcelain skin, rocking gently along the rattling gust of wind
fingers dancing slowly over the lake’s surface
my hair molding into its soft ripples,
the sunrise’s shimmer on plump coral lips - finally catching up.
you smile along with me,
we both breathe in the innocence of a new day’s luscious beauty
water wrapping me in crystals
wind carrying you away.
