Summer’s wounds have not yet healed.

I’ve let the grief fester,

Pushing it down under layers of regret,

My heart blackened—

Now, I have no love left to give.

Possessed by the spirit of apathy,

I felt its entity infiltrate my brain,

Attacking my central nervous system until I became an unfeeling machine,

Cold as her body before they incinerated her.

Sleepwalking into autumn,

I opened my eyes,

And it was already October.

But my mind was still stuck on June.

How I dipped my toes in tides ruled by a cancer moon

And felt the current pulling me under the surface.

Her ghost met me on the other side

And told me that she lives in Atlantis.

I guess we’re both lost in our own ways.

I did not ask for sentience,

So I turned to the moon for guidance.

She doesn’t talk to me anymore.

Death cut out her tongue,

And put her voice in the rippling waves.

She said evolution afforded me gills

And the taste of water is fresher than air.

They find me floating down the river by morning,

Face down,

With a smile etched in stone.