Peaches and Stones

Grace Giska

Life 

Is a pretty word 

Such a sweet taste 

On your rosy pink lips 

Trickling down your chin 

Dripping into the fluorescent landscape 

Rocks nothing but pebbles under your feet 

Stones that grate my feet and tear at my skin 

Flawed and scared next to yours 

The sun sets heavy and red here 

Bracing winds stitch life 

Into each aching breath 

Pins and needles 

reminding me 

the ground 

is hard 

and 

bare 

Spring 2021