- 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.