it was a slow drip the way the joy of summer drained from me a hole pierced through the ceiling of the home we’ve made a leak which left too many spilled tears sopped up by this worn carpet soon enough it was october a life packed into boxes by the door running away from my problems again like turning into oncoming traffic it’s hard to tell– how fast everyone else is going when you’re trapped in a moment 3 weeks of raised glasses to drown it out because i was drowning inside i’m glad we saved the last drops for a toast to new beginnings
Brooke Burris
Brooke Burris is a poet and educator based in coastal North Carolina, where she teaches high school marketing and spends her free time writing, reading, and exploring the natural world. She began writing poetry in 2022 as a creative practice with one of her closest friends and has since developed a passion for capturing the intersection of memory, place, and emotion.
Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Gypsophila Magazine, The Persimmon Review, Campfire Confessions, and the collaborative collection In a Field of Flowers. Brooke often draws inspiration from the rhythms of water—the salt air of the coast, the hush of rainfall, and the vastness of oceans and lakes—which mirrors her deep appreciation for the Great Lakes Region’s ever-changing beauty.
Her poems often explore themes of love, vulnerability, womanhood, and renewal, always rooted in the small, everyday moments that reveal our humanity.
Instagram: @brburri/ @2sdaypoets