Member Poem

I barely remember how the hues of December

cast sepia waves through her hair. Those words
she first uttered--out here there be monsters
seemed a plea, not a thing to beware.

A quick realisation--she sailed a maelstrom
mainlining a vein named despair. Lost
within dreams of heroine queens,
drawing heart-shaped clouds in thin air.

It felt like I’d woken when she said yes, 

you’re broken, but I’ll show you real broke

if you dare. As our ship ran aground, 

frayed dreams dragged us down
to the depths of her fell monster’s lair.