Eldership visits youth from Sweden,
Generational trauma handed down in wisdom,
Soul searchers scratch their ears by a rock,
Learning about past mistakes with eyes open;
Shaded seat under an oak tree,
Boys walking down bloated, hand in mouth,
Talking about video games and basketball,
In grief’s tender-stricken image, we relax our heads,
The wind brushing razor skin, touch evoking mystery,
Adaptation hits a brick wall;
Spearmint sweets flavour the insides of cavities,
A lonely tent houses regrets beyond ages,
Asking for the heart to beat silent,
Winnowing salvation form the premise of death.
aesthetic fiction 