Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

I’ve only seen her once

and it smelt like a box of crayons.

It was when the clocks stopped ticking.

Feeling so staticy with paranoia swearing she was

stuck in my mirror

“She's not here if the lights are on.”

at moment it turned on was the slowest second of

my life.

e sky in her eyes stopped reflecting the ocean.

Her freckles consumed her until she was as dark as

night.

I've only ever heard her hum the melody of the

music box

but my world was so loud I didn't hear a thing.

But then my savor.

e damn Tic Tic Toc Tic Toc Toc Tic Toc was back

and the air feels like

shiny beige silk.

I've only had one guest star during an episode.

It felt like being trapped

under the ice of a massive river

and you can see the sun shining so bright

trying to melt the ice away.

All the voices in my cranium were so heavy

I started sinking

but then the sun melted the ice

and my Yellow took my hand and pulled me out.

And by that I mean we laid on their icy gray couch

and their hand removed mine from my face.

ey didn't say a word.

en I heard their heartbeat.

e Tic to my Toc.