Inspired by Made to Disappear by The Twilight Sad.

She longed to be a firefly,

Or a dragonfly fluttering through

The midmorning haze:

A fox, aflame in the watercolours of dawn,

Spikes of mud matting its fur

Like an artist’s paintbrush,

As if into an aching existence,

Folded legs and knees clattering in tune 

To the clocktower’s chimes

Her cityscape groans

Beneath the weight of constellations,

Little moons which bleed into the happiness of sparklers:

Two whimpers for the thought of laughter and days gone by,

Evenings of torn notebooks,

Her mother’s black dress, clattering keys

And pink lipstick smothered by bitten lips:

Where a grasshopper contemplates their masterpiece

And spiders pass judgement as if amongst the stars.

With fairytales like a shipwreck at her side,

Paper waves twitch, and an origami boat shudders:

The girl rises as if beneath an anchor’s burden

Whilst, like a call for home,

She shutters her eyes from flashing lights

Into miniature moons, 

Smothered by a twitching fingertip,

Where crimson petals assemble 

With the spoilt beauty of a rose

Or constellations shaping themselves

To the sunrise