Beats, Beat, Beat, Beat Up
music pours from the ever-shared vein
waxes and wanes
pads on shy feet.
knowing what’s
wrong in the mind, is so so desired
in the heart.
Tell me you’ll
never leave me.
Then, tell me
again,
like you mean it.
a man’s eyes lingered on,
the way life that’s been sheathed
in decades of dust is romanticized.
There was a time
I didn’t think so much about
lo
ss --
its discords and its melodies.
run interference in your thoughts.
nothing we write is really fiction.
Grace Beilstein (she/her) is a student at The Kinkaid School in Houston, Texas. She writes flash fiction, poetry, and prose. She is one of three main editors of her school's award-winning literary magazine "Falcon Wings."