Melissa Gill
I am stardust, glittery decay,
Rotting in style.
My blue lips taste like a Winter breeze,
My fingertips burn like dancing wildfires,
My yellow hair smells like Autumn rain,
My cracking palms read like
Rings around an ancient tree,
Worn and Wise.
My eyes pierced the Devil once.
He swore I was born in Eden,
The way my words slithered
Through sacred gardens
Into the hearts of men.
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Melissa Gill studies journalism at UNLV. Crafting poetry and stories is her favorite kind of magic. Some of her literary heroes are Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, and J.R.R. Tolkien.