We tasted the most ornamental of nutrition

Flighted on the pinkest of skies

Believed in everything

Even here consumption isn’t what it is there

I do not know the best of who I am yet

But even here I cannot be so consumed

That my ghost heart would leave me

After all it has done

& all it takes

To know the always

It will never stop

Nothing will ever stop

This heart from finding

© Niliema Karkhanis