CarnationsCaretaker

The Dragonfly that Kissed my Finger

The scent of salt scrapes my lungs,

my eyes burning as it drowns

in this cramped, chilling bedroom.

Yet the dragonfly still fails to visit.

 

I try to find its broken wing,

to guide its flight for lavender,

but it stays silent on my finger—

this dragonfly I’m afraid to leave.