This is not a dystopia
or some cataclysmic dream...

grief is a rusted faucet
i keep checking...

I'm hesitant,
because here we sit so calmly...

Tender pink petals,
Swaying at the slightest breeze...

Please don't remind me that I'm weak....
I feel my bones shifting...

I am the dust here;
I cannot carry your...

----------------------------Creamy-------and...

Danny was a God-sent angel,
and though he did give into temptations...

Honestly? I gazed out of the fingerprinted windows
at school about every eleven minutes, hoping the...

I wake up past noon,
limbs anchored to...

I couldn't handle it this morning.
Correction - I couldn't handle her...

I used to want to
follow in your footsteps...