SUNFLOWERS

​SOPHIA MALANDRAKI-MILLER

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Kaleidoscope eyes of a head
rolling down a cliff -
what's the point?
Under layers of thought and spreadsheets
I lie, all flesh, absinthe veins, absent-hearted:
​Will my future forgive me?

There was blood on the menu,
sizzled heart,
is it yours or mine?
There were clouds in the sky,
drizzling regrets;
better not trust your bliss with me.