The wind picked up, bringing a familiar smell with it.
In a rush I was taken back.
I smiled, but the moment zipped on, the gust was
Too strong.
I went farther back.
My smile faded.

The smell landed like a delicate autumn leaf
In a pile. In my chilly past.
I closed my eyes, but the pain went on, the cut was
Too deep.
I shook the smell off.
My eyes opened.

Who can control the wind and whatever it brings?
In seconds it can ruffle my mind.
I watch the skies, but the clouds often gather
Too fast.
I learn to bend.
My mind is mine.


more by VK LYNNE

photograph by Ondrej Supitar


VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series 'Trading on 15', and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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