Sometimes
I still cup my hands over my ears...
The stars
in the night sky...
She grows accustomed to
cold chains upon her wrists...
I thought you were my feeble
knees...
fleeing shadow is afraid of loneliness
looking for heat...
I am beautiful and wise, yet
I have been scorned by the world...
Silence is a killer,
I never knew to speak...
In a home in suburban eutopia,
Children lay awake feigning sleep...
I still remember
why summer had died that year, and...
One day, I'll tell
my children...
a fury from above
I call God's mighty wrath...
I know you hate labels
but here, I don't feel cornered...