The clouds stalk the meadow leisurely
The skies changing into a deep, violent gray...

Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the...
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it...

Buried deep in the cosmos,
Embedded in the Phoenix constellation...

I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers...

Securely tucked in their warm glow,
The frost in my chest begins to thaw...

I mourned you in this city.
Walking circles over the bricks of Faneuil...

Call me a good girl
So I may revel in my eager subservience...

What I turn myself into for others is unhealthy:
I’d give my last drop of blood for a pinprick...

I wonder how long before this bleeding stops.
My salty tears, no longer antiseptic...

I am not cut out for this human heart.
It bleeds in colors only visible to me...