you bleed like a fountain when the tides aim for saltwater sky & all you want to do is drown- i wonder how long it'll take for you to stop writing like that. once upon a time, you were blue train tracks rolling down cigarette addiction and soft metaphors. your mother had no way of… Continue reading sludge
you told me that one day I’ll be able to understand the cherry blossom that is your heart or that one day I’ll be able to interpret your skies of gold and pink and blue and realize that this is all synonymous to sadness. I used to make origami wings for you, the kind that… Continue reading Oh, mother
their bones ache, powdered ash blown by the wind as a child of 40 looks for the father he has lost many, many years ago.
Instead, be like the skeletal system and keep her head high. Be the framework for her strength yet let her walk by herself.
let them grow on you like a palm tree in sand, unsteady at first but firm as time passes