Wild-EyedToday I went back like I never thought I'd go back and I left some marks behind, two presents and a message. The first gift was a pink flower left on the trunk of the tree and I left it red-stained to be eaten by the ants. The second gift was a virgin white one, left by a storm drain I found that beautiful, foul summer.The message was carved all jagged with a my house key onto a growing pole of bamboo that you had once touched- "HERE'S TO US."O how time flies.
SmotherIn one smooth motion all the pain of guilt was swept away and replaced with a need to love all these living things around, all these insignificant humans that sit with those smiles in the grass and burst out of the water with drops in their hair glistening like jewels.
StormpeakI DON'T UNDERSTAND.YOU LEFT ME ABOUT AS MUCH AS I LEFT YOU.SO AM I JUSTIFIED?i didn't want to hurt and is that so bad?i FEEL LIKE I AM killing you.watching you i feel like i am.it's so hard to watch it all because I KEEP looking BACKand I CAN'T STOP WORRYINGeven though we don't talki still love you, sister.
AnniversaryI remember being born.I was lying there, pushed down, pulled down, by gravity, grass itching in my back and the sun butter on my skin. Eyes closed, I was suddenly aware of my own existence, my own breathing, the fact that there was air, the grass, the life and all in a rush and I opened my eyes to take in the blue sky, the clouds floating above.She had been crying- I could tell because our face cracked with old tears and I sat up. I sat up and there was green grass, green trees, a school off to the side, fences...I was on a hill, I was a living thing and I felt nothing, I felt nothing nothing nothing. There was no emotion and after a while, she realized how much this scared her.I'd killed her, beaten her down just by coming into my own consciousness and she tried to rekindle herself, breathing my body heavy as I dragged myself about on the grass.We got on the rusty old fence behind us, she wanted to kill us but it didn't work because the hill wasn't steep enough. We just fell heav
TruthIn the dark, in the moving light of the street I can't look away because he is ever so lovely, because his eyes are bright with red and green reflected, because the streetlights make new shapes on his cheeks, because his lips are carved out against the darkness, because his smile is trying to hide and he is beautiful.