by Soup L., 15
i caught nostalgia in the act
she had a paintbrush in hand
coating my memories
with a layer of translucent gold
i shooed her away
because some memories shouldn’t be
idolized
and times of pain and betrayal
are dangeorus when covered in that shimmer
because the shine draws me in
and i cover myself in them again
seeking the familiarity and
the comforting safety of agony,
the haze of depression.
Seattle, Washington
Bridge Ink 