"Clichés" by Yuna Kang
Clichés
cherry blossoms on the sun setting sea of
roses that taste of old thorns.
the blood that curls around a finger scorn
like wine straining itself into a discontent of
dull silver chalices, the communion refuses
its master. I never met her, a woman of
cotton dresses and a basket of flowers,
i met the setting sky at grassy hills
where the sea-stained cliffs refused
to drown.
Photo Credit: Kaylee Wallace