Left church, three-thirty:
a rabbit in the outskirts.
Say goodbye to Grace.
Seeds buried between
heartbeats. Twenty beats,
ten seeds. Sew them into soil.
Tomato season
carried on armadillos’
backs; Father knew best.
Deer fell as men stepped.
Thrones of moss and oak
have no love for rubber boots.
Dawn breathed a new life
envelope these sinking shells
and vacant corpses.
Outside this cabin,
legacy of decay; burn
what can’t be buried.
Churned Orion’s sky.
An unkindness of ravens
laughed at balding doves.
Seraph,an angel,
bathed me in this divine light
(as holy as snakes)
Isabella Melians is a sophomore attending highschool in South Florida. She is the vice president of the school's writing club, "The Writer's Circle," and is looking to get published in various online media. She hopes to attend university in the northeast United States, where she will study in the medical field. In her spare time, she enjoys painting, playing the cello, and watching horror movies.
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