mypoemsmylife

Blooming

I lived on deflated clouds
silently creeping back towards the Earth,
the fog shading my eyes.
I woke up with stardust on my eyelids
and dirt on my feet.
I’m not sure, but I think discoverd your garden in my sleep
flowers began blooming from the arch of my nail beds
And I could swear you were mine to keep.

-christina cullins