My blood looks enticing in its compartments.
I’m tempted to pierce my paper-thin skin...
They do not change like the seasons.
My mother is the height of summer...
Sometimes I just don’t wanna be invisible.
My words are drained in the silence of my parents...
Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...
One day the sun is bright and the birds are...
My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...
You were the very glue that held this
family together, our center of gravity...
Her love is confusing for them, but moreso for...
She wants them to speak...
She raised them as her single hobby,
Clipping their wings to prevent them from growing...
“I.O.” is marked on a gravestone in Milton
An American flag and bronze star grave marker spin...
Not often I get to let my hair down,
But then I ain't got much to touch...
This? It's my father's pocket watch.
burnished gold, keeps meticulous time...