Gatekeepers of the Soul | Briana Craig

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An ode to eyelashes

To the fluttering harpstring gates
that protect the windows to my soul,
I offer my deepest condolences.

For you have felt the loss of every
Tear, far more than I, the lone
rain cloud in heaven.

I’ve asked a violin to wait outside
In the grassy fields of morning
and catch dew upon her strings.

But I forgot how she could
have made music

Briana Craig (she/her) moonlights as a writer of stories, poetry, and plays. She recently published poetry in FOLIO, Decomp, Bourgeon Magazine, and more. IG: @bri.and.her.books Twitter: @brianacraig1

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