It's suddenly the middle of summer.
Winter has crawled out of my attic...

I was cleaning,
you were making...

I first saw them at the
bottom of the mountain, consulting...

I used to prefer
nonexistence...

You used to unnerve me.
Until I didn't care anymore...

I am crushed,
like how he...

I greeted the dawn boldly,
hoping to encounter a speck...

i breathe her in,
sage, wildfire & smoke...

She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...

I wish I could tell you why and how it hurts,
this concept of sin you believe in...

You mock our worry and precautions,
saying life shouldn't be filled with dread...

You spend my wages willfully, gleefully,
tasting the rotting flesh between my teeth...