Words the manzanita bush whispers at sunset by Sarah Dittmore

​from the broken page 
you crawl forth
tangled lines of
hope and
hurt
reaching from
what was
to what will be
the bent and battered 
masterpiece
abandoned to the 
junkyard
the anthem of a generation
buried beneath
bullet holes 
come my darling and
remember what is 
beautiful 
soft twirls across the 
kitchen floor 
powdered kisses from
an eyelash 
your broken heart 
still beats
stitch it up 
so you can sing
icy fists slam
at the window 
the fire crackles
we lock the doors
come quickly now
take a sip
before the tea
grows cold 


Sarah Dittmore (she/they) has spent the past decade traveling the world and writing stories of the people and places she encounters along the way. As a queer, neurodivergent writer, Sarah is passionate about literature that accurately showcases often underrepresented or misrepresented voices. Read more of her work at www.sarahdittmore.com.