"april 15" by Isabella Melians
last week at dusk
we poured water into
the hole
beneath the sycamore tree
fingertips of sticky strawberry syrup
gathered dirt
as handstands left us
sprawled with the beetles
potion making-
the mice
thanked us for the bread crumbs
and eggs
left at their alter
Isabella Melians (she/her) is a sophomore attending high school in south Florida. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Fever Dreams, NonBinary Review, the B’K, and SouthChild Lit She is also a poetry editor with Outlander Zine and Kalopsia Literary.
Instagram: @isabellam_04.
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