AMBROSIA
I drank Ambrosia, tipped her whispering veins
Tip my veins and taste what is forbidden of mine
You can taste, smell, touch, hear, and see
But never comprehend my mind
Now my best years seem like an ancient city
And I can no longer comprehend the simplicity
Of my young, blunt hieroglyphics
So take a picture, it lasts longer
Before long age creeps in—the silent killer
And the person you loved to be is gone forever
Once on your feet, a striking warrior
Then you find yourself just sitting there, worrying
Conformity is the polite coffin of society
Responsibility meaning certain death
But the sterility of no thoughts or feelings
Makes you feel so clean
Your soul is salted earth, left infertile
Until the day you can’t even remember
When you leapt beyond understanding and drank Ambrosia
For now the liquid fire of your soul’s blood is dead
Bionote
Ava Collopy is published in Treading Water, Ascent Aspirations, and others. She’s from Oregon, U.S. and presently studies and does volunteer work in Ireland. Her website is: dreamscaperealities.weebly.com