My future is circling like a vulture
on stumbling prey. A future
for me, on my hands and knees.
Did the rain wash away the smoke
and burning? Did we stop
to smell the night air,
cool and clean?
I’m so tired, but I want you
here with me, in blinding darkness.
Make me nocturnal, make me lover
and friend to you,
my calm in the storm, my snake eyes,
my inevitable black hole.
Scout Frost
Scout Frost (they/them) is a 23-year-old writer from Syracuse, NY, who writes about queerness, belonging, and hope. Scout has been published in StreetLit magazine and Stillwater magazine. By day, they work in community development, pursuing a passion for providing affordable housing options for all.