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Iris Magazine
New Beginnings
Creative Entries
Dragonfly Wings
Jess Marinaro
I sleep better
Far from a childhood bed
Some downpours drown
Some lift
I don’t care what becomes of me
Eyes flutter like wings
Close them
As the window closes off
A city of black and white
We, illicit comfort
Her fingertips are movement
A ghostperson
And a canvas body
Painted with every color
By sinful hands
Whisper in my ear
She does
The grayscale fades away
This place is a glitch
I’ll never leave
Break my mirror
A buzzing reflection
A monstrosity
Steps out among the shards
She looks like us
Dragonfly wings tangled
In our heaven hideout
Don’t look at me
Wait, please look at me
It’s okay because it never happened
I would wash her hair in my parents’ tears
Instead I run on empty
Secrets have always been
A warmer welcome wagon
A place to land
A place to stay
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