Dramatic Dew Drops


Violet Mitchell

I am thinking of your mouth. I am thinking of how much harder it is to breathe in the mountains. I
am dripping dew & you walk over the dew like it’s a frozen river. You are swirling a dance & I am
rose petals below the belly button. You crawl towards my center & I think of dandelions in the
garden, the orange vests of hunters, the way altitude swallows sound. You are looking at the blue in
my hair. You are touching my ankle [when I come]. You press your mouth to my thigh. I look
between my legs & out come roses — petals, stems, thorns. I can see dust falling, briefly flashing in
the sun slice from your window though I cannot hear their descent.

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Violet Mitchell

is a Denver-based writer and artist. She earned a B.A S. in cognitive literary studies and is completing an MFA degree in creative writing poetry, both from Regis University. Her work has been published in Heavy Feather Review, The Blue Route, Sixfold, Loophole, ANGLES, Furrow Magazine, and several other journals. She received the Robert A. O'Sullivan, S.J. Memorial Award for Excellence in Writing in 2019. She is a queer writer who explores her own identity through art that hopefully transcends the page and helps others discover and come to terms with their identity and beauty.