august is cruel
this is a summer where sadness is still beautiful, a
summer of oil paintings and flickering chandeliers.
so we’ll drive with the windows down. we’ll listen
to the cracking of the radio, kissing as the cars pass
by. tell me about the color of your skies, about how
your stars are mine and mine are yours. burnt sugar,
you lick honey off my teeth. it’s a summer of
staying out late, but we’ll still be thinking of ways
to go. august is cruel, i mouth as you slip away. and
september comes so soon.
Sophie Chiang is a high schooler by day and a poet by night. She is an avid neuroscientist as well as an advocate for surrealist poetry. Her words are in Scholastic Arts and Awards, Paper Crane, Ogma Magazine, Clay Literary, Ice Lolly Review, among others. She is the founder and editor-in-chief of The Aurora Journal and loves it more than anything. When Sophie is not writing, she enjoys retail therapy and curating Spotify playlists.