LeAnn Pham

Drea(m/r)y Reverie

i see her face in honeyed light,

butterflies floating around her like 

freezing monochrome moths

                                                & she is tender-loving flame, who spits

                                                broken records of the past in her free time.

( WHERE WILL YOU STAY?: here, where the cherubs 

pluck on the harpstrings / like she does 

with / your heartstrings. // there, where 

reality’s nightingale / is calling you home. )

                                    my bones feel like eden’s carcass:

                        wilted,             /           winded            /           whistling         

in aches for someone that is nevermore,

tucked beneath the lovegrass of the heaven we stepped on.

& she is not                 really here                   & this

             is just some rococo painting inside my rotting mind—

                                     i’ll keep the lights on tonight.

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LeAnn Pham is an eighteen year old poet who usually writes about love, loss, and yearning with various styles to give each poem a character. She is drawn to poetry and visual arts and hopes to major in film. LeAnn can be found on twitter @nihilistiks, where she rambles about anything and everything she possibly can.