by Kyle Talag
you’re a celestial that outcries
my smoking gun.
a godly nimbus halo on your head;
wounded butterflies in my stomach.
i have contradicted my feelings
while i soak in my own myth.
outside that house on pillar street,
we are sanctified parallel lines.
as the touch of your silk chiffon
is the root of my dreamland;
conjuring the slope of your cheeks,
you are standing in your white dress.
nothing will ever change
and god will never rule
inside the anarchy of my heart;
you determined me just now,
pretty girl—we will meet again,
somehow.
Kyle Talag (she/her) is an 18-year-old writer from Quezon City, Philippines who likes to write anything whimsical, unorthodox, and dark. She discovered her fondness for words and books by writing a script for a class project at the age of 12. One of her poems was published in To Love and Be Loved Anthology by The Indiependent Collective.
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