Summer

summer by briana atkins. read on brainwash. brainwash.media

They’re chipping off people like ice

Melting away Popsicle souls

Leaving us out in the sun until

Our creamsicle hearts drip down our bodies

Like ice cream cones

Tender is the summer night

How warm air makes us feel invincible

And truth or dare kisses are fleeting forevers

On the lips of teen beauty queens

whose souls have not yet fully formed.

But there are briefcases in the hands of the boys and girls they love

that leave paper trails down to spring lakes

And once they’ve jumped in

All will be said and done

And all will be said and done.