• Hannah Flowers

my personal savior for the month

my heart, my world, my golden rock

i let you touch the water

you rusted, energy dissolved

and to think i held you,

to think i was so close,

all i had to do was curl

my fingers around your shape

and we'd be on our way.

alas, i opened my hands

you floated steadfast away

and now the days never end

on its stomach, time crawls by

and i search the beaches

tossing valuable minerals aside

i only have eyes for pyrite.

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