Underworld
RACHAEL ROSS
Blue crystals crunch underneath her feet.
Breathless daffodils make their way
Up the tree. She admires the veins running
Through the leaves. Breaks a shimmering leaf
And gold spills out onto her dirt covered
Hands. She feels a drop on her head and
She looks up to see. The sun was dripping
Yellow and orange flames. Her hair caught
On fire.
Sweating in her silk sheets she reaches for him.
Only feeling pillows and the empty space makes
Her curl into a ball. She had forgotten. Her sleeping
Thoughts had dissimulated reality. She can
Smell him, but he hasn’t been there in weeks.
He took her hand and spun her as the water started to
Boil. The oven was set at 375 and it would only be a few
Minutes until she would begin to make dinner. Otis was
Playing, their favorite singer. Dropping hard pasta into
The water as he turned up the music. She was on the
Phone with her mom when he left. He had forgotten
The bottle of wine. Dinner was done and she had
Put the spaghetti and bread on their fine china.
RACHAEL ROSS
Blue crystals crunch underneath her feet.
Breathless daffodils make their way
Up the tree. She admires the veins running
Through the leaves. Breaks a shimmering leaf
And gold spills out onto her dirt covered
Hands. She feels a drop on her head and
She looks up to see. The sun was dripping
Yellow and orange flames. Her hair caught
On fire.
Sweating in her silk sheets she reaches for him.
Only feeling pillows and the empty space makes
Her curl into a ball. She had forgotten. Her sleeping
Thoughts had dissimulated reality. She can
Smell him, but he hasn’t been there in weeks.
He took her hand and spun her as the water started to
Boil. The oven was set at 375 and it would only be a few
Minutes until she would begin to make dinner. Otis was
Playing, their favorite singer. Dropping hard pasta into
The water as he turned up the music. She was on the
Phone with her mom when he left. He had forgotten
The bottle of wine. Dinner was done and she had
Put the spaghetti and bread on their fine china.