"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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