Autumn’s Eve by Lauren Theresa

The damp breeze brings me back to those nights, 

night swimming after walking home from the bar. 

Tarot cards and wine,

cigarettes and emptiness. 

Dead bodies on road trips 

and ghosts in the rearview mirror. 

Your mom was always out, 

her pool was always warm. 

Crickets and glowing insects reignite the memories now, 

the drumming in our chests 

channeling phosphorescent waters. 

Sirens seducing us back

to the unhuman-unholy-unknown.

When we were deliciously lost

and didn’t 


a fuck.

%d bloggers like this: