Don't go looking for my heart
I'm a zombie...
This is not how it's supposed to be.
You'll have to go away...
The cruelest thing is losing someone so young.
I could've borne to see you grow old...
I'm constantly in fear
That like everyone else...
The sirens wailed outside
As the onlookers cried...
I have a name.
Most people don't know it because my family isn't...
In that silence
the words frozen on our lips...
There is a child for whom I care
Though no true blood of mine...
This next poem was written 4 months later, sadly...
Take a deep breath...
The ocean
reminds me of my father...
Don't lay a hand on her body
Don't break any skin...
Climbing up she floats now towards
Yellow barley fields swaying in harmony...