You Were Sweeter
By R.M Davenport
The orchard blossoms that had fallen by the tangled roots were so sweet.
You were sweeter, all thighs that ran wet with pressed cider, and skin that smelled of the tall grass and chamomile we bedded.
You uprooted me against the Blue Ridge and the sunset, forever.
Claimed me.
Bio: R. M. Davenport lives as a queer woman with bipolar disorder, focusing on tackling difficult conversations around trauma, poverty and mental illness through the arts. She has recently had work featured in issues of the San Antonio Review, Feels Blind Literary, and the Rockvale Review.
