Like the charcoal rose that chases your arm,
You beautifully pierce with translucent thorns.
Under a golden sun with rays as charms
We burned with bewitchment and passion was born,
Only for a moment the moonlight mourned
Because your affection became a ghost.
Tell me, Anthony, why you left me torn
In a moonlit day where you haunt the most,
Burgundy spirit, gliding through a coast
Caressed by an ocean of stars, my heart
Only hopes your vanishing was the host
For your imminent return. To depart
To heaven is to adore another.
Let limbo hold you so cold and smothered.
Jada Nelson was born and raised in Roanoke, Alabama, where the rhythms of smalltown life and southern light often find their way into my writing. When she's not working with words, she spends time painting, which grounds her in calm and color. Her work has appeared in Mental Health Vol. 3, compiled by Robin Barratt. She holds a Minor in Creative Writing from Auburn University and has been refining her craft for the past decade.