By Tishina Honeyblue
Poetry Winner, 2021 VSU Student Writing Contest
She left little licks of love
In the ditch where they made poison
The Sun has snitched on him again
He forgot to add his British tone
Weak to the witched in the day
Only they were gypsies in the night
The dark guided his words and walk
The potions helped him cast spells
But in the light, he is an unimaginable human.
Just bad posture and uneventful words.
Now he is doomed to be alone.
Because no one forgets the whispers of sobriety.
About the Author
Tishina Honeyblue, Virginia State University
Tishina Honeyblue is a sophomore Social Work major at Virginia State University. Originally from Atlanta, Georgia, Tishina has been writing poetry since the 8th grade. Her writing influences include music, nature, history and beauty. She says that writing is a daily habit she doesn't think she'll ever stop.