*This is an adapted poem from George Ella Lyon*
I am from never enough food in the pantry...
Falling farther down
Just grasping at emptiness...
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe he was right...
Little bird, spread your wings
Bless my ears with your soft song...
I sit and stare into your eyes
You catch a glimpse into mine...
Poison courses through me
with every word that kills...
A canopy of trees stretch their arms overhead,
Interlocking their finger-like branches and...
Every time i try to hold back the words.
it just builds up and comes out when you least...
It was three o'clock on a low-key afternoon
of a windless winter day, the serene sun had...
I'm not sure if you know this but
seagulls have died here. Their corpses rest...
These tears I cry,
I cry only for you...
One slice.
I don't feel...