"Baggage" by Zakaylah Shyanne

I admit, there's nowhere left to bury you

I've never been good at graveyards, at leaving what's dead behind

there are so many corpses tied to my legs, that I drag around

in the name of nostalgia- I loved you but

whatever it is that now lies dead between us, once

plump and red-cheeked, now smells of rot-

of time lost, plans abandoned, so much love unspoken

Zakaylah Shyanne (She/her) currently resides in her hometown of Lansing MI, where she is becoming her absolute worst self. She has poems and short fiction on personal blogs as well as non-fiction essays. She is also featured in Sophon Lit’s inaugural issue, Issue 3 of Sad Goose Coop, and Amphibian Lit's 5th issue.