She runs her fingers through Now coarse and brittle Slate coils That fall gracefully Upon her shoulders She lives in hours that blend Into one another Soft melodic cries That narrate the time And paint the past A round clear globe As she watches With a tender Reassuring gaze No fear of the day Her dainty corpse Will meld with the All consuming Lush brown bed Her life will not Flash before her eyes the light before her More like a slow waltz of frozen moments Not regret But a bitter taste Not of longing or remorse Yet a realization that comes In phases The urge to wrap her Young soul in the finest silk Caress her tiny pale hands And tightly interlock fingers Whisper gentle consolations Her last parting wish To not let the days Sift through between her fingers Fleeting like sand Feel the gravity of every split second The trapped glow of the firefly Doesn’t last forever Not Yet Settled Zijin Liu ’27 15
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