wash


dearest, dearest
i write to you bearing bad news

the air has gone flat
and the ocean no longer swirls

dewdrops have been forgotten
and spring has grown cold

the colors are muted
and the wind no longer sings

eyes are but shallow streams, holding water
and salt

fingertips do not crackle when they touch
for the first time

one look no longer steals the air
from my lungs

i cleansed myself in the rivers and

dearest, dearest
i write to you bearing bad news

i've cleansed myself of you

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I live in Eureka, CA, a small town in Humboldt County. I am a sophomore at Arcata High School. My hobbies include playing basketball and volleyball and photography. I also enjoy reading classic and modern literature. Edgar Allan Poe is among my favorite poets and my favorite poem by him is "Annabel Lee."