Written by Becky Sargent
Illustration by Faith Freshwater
This piece was originally published in ‘Vestige’, Bossy’s 2023 print edition.
I know the days have been hard,
Unfulfilled expectations tear you apart,
But your memories are a fleeting taste of freedom,
Your nostalgia is a means of escapism.
Remember when heat shimmered tantalisingly,
Golden dust settled in the crevices of your body,
Pallid trunks cocooned your spine,
And your humming and aeolian tones were
intertwined.
This reverie relieves you of unpleasant realities,
And guides your perception of vulnerability.
You have been withstanding involuntary shivers,
The interstice framing your eyes has loured,
Your skin has been feeling vexatiously restrictive,
And murmuring has made melodies elusive.
Although you abandoned adust acreage,
For an achromatic metropolis,
Ubiquitous memories contrast your present and past,
Assuring you that your days should not feel this hard.
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