LILIA MARIE ELLIS
efflorescence
How the last flowers waited all summer just to blossom; you’d’ve mistook them for dead;
small across their distance, some pale tube of pinafore, yellow, smeared, I wonder at them; as if real things were metaphor; I have been lost so long I think lostness has become me; stumbling into every sort of hole and they cling to my feet entombed; I ask myself how could I ever feel anything but this; since I carry myself with me, everywhere, and where is the light at the end of evil; and the flowers, who were maybe God, say silently;
Lilia Marie Ellis (they/she) is a trans writer. Their chapbook Love and Endless Love was published by giallo. Follow them on Instagram/Twitter @LiliaMarieEllis!