notdeermag
i will never love the taste of cherries on my tongue, Calia Jane Mayfield
CW: mentions of blood and violence
but i will love you like mosquitoes love small Georgia children
in June like honeysuckles and knife shards against throat in
the hammock like small town hatred staining my hands like
the feeling of holding back in the dark forest at the edge of
the city and i don’t need to look in your eyes to feel you leave
and you remind me of sunburn on my best friend’s neck
because i could see the pain like a butterfly dying on the
sidewalk but it’s something i don’t think i’ll ever really
know like knowing your favorite bird or understanding
why you think gold tastes like lying in the tall grass of May
and i haven’t seen enough snowfall to understand what you
think about the sting of blood sliding out of my mouth when
i fall into your body as your teeth graze my skin as the
chapstick in my pocket melts with you and i’ll forget you like
you forgot December fainting and jars of wine that smell more
like honey than grapes and the freezing of water against flesh
and after using the clicking of my teeth together like an ancient
hand formed weapon in the dying glory we are light and
through hope if we are meant to die we will fade hand in hand
Calia Jane Mayfield was raised in Georgia and currently resides in South Carolina with her many dogs and best friend. You can find more of her words in the first issue of Wrongdoing Mag.