by
Caroline Grand- Clement
i cannot understand
your tongue when it wraps around itself
ties a knot of flesh
to silence your pain
paralysis
in which only your eyes speak
in salt letters
another kind
in which your lungs gasp
out my touch
unnamed blame
invisible source
lightning strikes three times
the bell tower
& i topple down
starstruck
Caroline Grand-Clement is a queer seventeen year old, half-time poet, half-time student at an international school in Lyon, France. She dreams of art in any form, falling stars & late night conversations. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in L’Ephémère Review, Rose Quartz Journal, Vessel Press, and elsewhere. You can find her on Twitter, Tumblr or Instagram @octopodeshearts.
