

Dark Poetry
Faded Memory
By Alie Gittens
Lay on my back.
The dirt comforts me
like the silk sheet of the earth.
Inhale, Exhale.
In, Out.
Watch the sky
and wonder.
Why can’t I lay on the
white grass of the heavens?
How long must I wait in
line to be happy?
A faded memory of smiles.
A lasting image of flames

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