Forehead Kisses
Carlee Kessler
Carlee Kessler
Today, my mom brought me soup in bed.
And it made me realize-- she can tell when things grow cold, again.
My hands are blue; my face is pale;
And she can sense it.
She knows the feeling all too well;
She and I share far too much in common.
Shallow breaths.
Gruelling thoughts.
I should have made her a cup of soup,
And kissed her sick head goodnight.
Though I am afraid I am stuck,
Stuck sick in bed.
And it made me realize-- she can tell when things grow cold, again.
My hands are blue; my face is pale;
And she can sense it.
She knows the feeling all too well;
She and I share far too much in common.
Shallow breaths.
Gruelling thoughts.
I should have made her a cup of soup,
And kissed her sick head goodnight.
Though I am afraid I am stuck,
Stuck sick in bed.
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Carlee Kessler (she/her) is a junior at Renaissance School for the Arts in Wisconsin and is a part of the LGBTQ+ Community. She enjoys immersing herself in many forms of art, primarily music, writing, and literature (she too adores film but only in secret). Though she has not done so yet, she hopes to share her work and continue to expand her artistic horizons.
Carlee Kessler (she/her) is a junior at Renaissance School for the Arts in Wisconsin and is a part of the LGBTQ+ Community. She enjoys immersing herself in many forms of art, primarily music, writing, and literature (she too adores film but only in secret). Though she has not done so yet, she hopes to share her work and continue to expand her artistic horizons.