Kiss of Hope - Sophie List '19

The sun kisses my thighs and

the wind braids my hair.

Our eyes and our lips glisten from

the kiss of hope that still lingers.

A young boy giggles to himself as he leans upon a grave.

And then I am

harshly thrown back into the reality.

Where the grass is no longer green

but it decays from the secrets that it keeps.

And where we stare forward blankly

because our minds no longer work correctly

And where

the sun can't kiss and the wind can't braid.