dew drops on fire lilies, blooming 

in the last of the summer’s heat. my 

heart beats next to yours as i watch 

the droplet splash against the wild 

green grass. you laugh that beautiful 

laugh - the one that sets my chest 

on fire, the one that made me fall 

in love - and the sun shines down, 

drying the dew, making you sweat, 

painting you golden. you say gold 

is my color, but i think it makes you 

look divine. gold sunlight on dark 

skin, orange flowers in dark grass, 

your goodness and the skeletons 

hidden deep in my closet. the sun 

kisses the horizon, and i know we

will reach the dawn.

Grace Elaine (she/they) has enjoyed writing ever since they can remember. They are a creative writing major at Ball State University, and they are currently the associate poetry editor for The Broken Plate. Their work is forthcoming in the evermore review. You can find them on Twitter @silversunrise_