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
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