its worse than this one i know
but still


Rain DanceNothing standsRain Dance
between myself and I
but puddles of irrational thought.
Haphazard, expertly unplanned
the crescendos of your bicycle
punctuate the pinging precipitation.
"It's dripping wet
and so am I,
but I couldn't be gladder.
Listen to the rain and hear
a symphony of clatter."
It pulses on
Rain beats
Coercing myself and hips
into dancing nervously
on street corners
through puddles and gutters.
"Under these wet clothes
and all of this dirt
I have wash off
the last of my hurt."


Baby ThoughtsInnocent as I was, I used to tell people That I wanted to be a butterfly If I ever grew up. I think this aspiration still stands. But those embryonic thoughts Have left me pregnant, With ideas that I can grow Much more than wings and colour. I can spread furtherBaby Thoughts
Than all the wishes I've revealed.
Since the day I started to live I've been standing. Just not on my own yet. I know both my legs, Just not how to run.
Truth shot through my heart and head: Straight through it. Fluid
Made it hard. Weak about the knee


Sickly Quickly Take Me HomeMy room is tinted red, yet I know it's not my own. Though it houses my father, and his older, kinder self, the walls wont wrap me cozy. Instead, they only cough out homesick melodies, that I have super glued to my lungs, a la phlegm.Sickly Quickly Take Me Home
It seems reflections are my road map, and the way their colours melt, and twist destabilizes my hope; of finding a bed, and pillow that smell just like my mother.
And so I'll revert back to being a spider, lying still beneath a tented mess of cobwebs. Until a fly might brush
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