The Most by Saige Boundonna

The way you look away.
Your fingers slide past in a whirl of degradation,
Idling not a moment as mine do an era.
Your eyes slide past, no pause for the sacred,
And those tender and abrupt lips part no more.

I have been halted,
A storm raging inside, bringing an air of disrepair and a fierce anger that rages.
I am stuck in a moment. An idea of before.

You have lain siege to my mind, whilst never even seeking out its boundaries.
You have lain waste to my heart with one thousand arrows,
never taking a moment to string the bow

 

 

 

 

Saige Boundonna is a student at The College of New Jersey who has always loved writing and reading literature. She writes about love, life, moving forward, and the redefinition of oneself.

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… is a contributing guest author for Germ, which means the following criteria (and then some) have been met: possessor of a fresh, original voice; creator of fresh, original content; genius storyteller; superlative speller; fantastic dancer; expert joke teller; handy with a toolbox; brilliant at parties; loves us as much as we love them.

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