Adolescence

in the space that bloomed between

upper and lower lashes

they found static, like it was safer

to remain half unconscious and half alert

there were flowers on all sides of

the road on their way home so sweet

so sickly existent that it clogged the veins of

here and there and everywhere

since it was too much to keep holding

hands in the descent upwards, as if home kept

drifting around their ankles, they let go,

one asleep, one awake

just a footnote to the end of a story

that always seemed to be beginning