- Sienna Leaver
Wrapped In Gold
The remnants of your melting gold anklets ring empty
Down memory street as time starts to fade into bittersweet
Terms of endearment. A soundless soliloquy through
Freeze-fraction fallacy, every second is now a slip of a hand that sinks
Into the subconscious, changing who you are to me.
Every night you said you'd catch a star and wrap it in
Pyrite. The air would whisper a lie you'd be forced to
Believe and I’d close my eyes and look at the pink-blue horizon I’d strayed from.
The color in my cheeks is nothing more than a
Glitzy miragery, though I swear I only added a little salt to the wound.
We were complication, each step in the dark a freefall,
A canvas for intricacy. That sticky sweet, sugar-syrup voice
Of yours sugarcoats more than what you think of yourself.
You’ve played this game before, wrapped in bittersweet obscurity,
We know this scene by heart. Maybe if I’d calculated a little further into a
Graying sky, the stars would have aligned
Just enough for us to win.
Nevermind the stories, I wonder if you still think of me.
The myths on the walls say otherwise, tracing out
A map for my deathbed that leads back to your golden form.
If I were to die, hypothetically speaking, it will be
For you. You will calculate enough to win, I think,
And this time we will be inevitable.