limerence

the sun appears noticeably softer
through our many layers of unrest.
while we still choose to
fall asleep to -
the same hour,
every single night.
talk me down to the place
where it is always ringing,
so i can hear it for you.
with magical thinking
i can breathe life back into most anything,
all in time.
and i can shape this into any form as well.
bear witness and prove,
that is the gift i have given,
if any.

mirroring

placing everything into doom piles,
consolation prize for longing.
i know myself; to let it sit.
sting, burn -

taking a sense of belonging too far.
when the reckoning comes to pass,
can i still bring it with me?
even if it doesn't carry purpose anymore,
it's value remains unchanged.

Carly Zoladz lives in Chicago, Illinois. You can find her work on instagram: @sentient__sentiment.