In the back of my mind, you died.
BY LATOYA WILKINSON
I find comfort in stillness
when blades kiss my skin
and thundered tongues
hail down my name.
In the grey,
I close my eyes—
and let the rain mourn
me.
Latoya Wilkinson is 20 years old. She is currently a rising Senior at the University At Albany, studying Journalism and English. She doesn’t have any intentions of being a poet, but she took two poetry classes and realized that she would much rather write than breathe—and that says a lot.
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