Emos
written by: Sarah Samarbaf
In the coppered meadow of bustling sidewalk,
lanterns leer, jesters jabber,
and your shade slithers back.
Rock chords, in my ears, alert: “… all I’ve hurt!”
Five Octobers’ 31sts long, buried
in the graveyard of hush.
Bracing to stride past,
I thought you’d cast us aside,
till my name pierced the mantle of rain,
your breath dragged it, and I
savored that familiar flavored smoke.
Thence, your arms opened, and your kiss settled,
as a raven perching on its western roost.
What a cruel trick:
All day, all night, ghosting someone tirelessly,
still, all seemed as ought to be,
and suddenly, wraiths resigned.
But when you vanished into crowd, in masquerade,
I wondered, wasn’t that smile and warmth
one of those Halloween masks?
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