Copper Candy-Heart Conversation

One day, 

I will have to answer for how very I loved you. 

I ran myself raggedy chasing red doll hair string down painted rose bush streets, wound soldier tightly tinker toy, my tin frame smothered with Rain-X and purple glue stick boots, combatting oxidized and lunchbox MRE, tiptoeing around lego branded landmines on the way to our you+me. 

One day, 

in a land before time, 

the old gods crafted us from the same pack of model magic, sat us in the summer sun trenches to dry by sprinkler mist and sticky blue popsicle sidewalk, and together we became. I kept my rosebud hand in yours as we ran through sandbox badlands, friendship braceleted our embroidery floss fingertips, dyed matching violets after fingerpainted masterpieces stained hands to hair, curled with pixy stix wrappers and reinforced by all the drafted flower petals we pondered plucked as we crunched coke can teeth on spoilt gunpowder, chocolate milked. 

One day, 

past banana-radiated breath, 

I will lose track of my turning key and lay to rest my run down geared; when Anubis pick-up-sticks my batteries-not-included, he will trace the pocket knife tree carving of your name on its face and know I was always yours.

About the Author

Justice Cressley is a senior Creative Writing major with a minor in French. They have been writing poetry since they could hold a pencil, alongside any other creative endeavor they could sink their hands into.