Sickly sweet like golden nectar
honey drips from the actress’s tongue
words unfamiliar
her pride is a headlight’s glow
a place she’s been before
Among sweet cityscape
Streams of light and honey and rain
Dancing over street-lit riverbeds
She performs in a different spotlight
She never told you where she'd go
Fragile spector lost in reflections
Pocket full of bus coins
She never told you where to find her
April rain caught in her mascara
She bounds across with flooded eyes
Fearless to the screaming breaks
her fingertips drip sweat and rust
syrup spills from transmissions
she wants to taste
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Kaylee Champa
22 year old writer and psychology student. I write poetry, fiction and more. Inspired by horror shorts, Ray Bradbury and surrealism
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