Outside Upside

The trees are not

skeletons they are too

beautiful to be skeletons

the leaflets in their hair

old and informative

(this is winter they say

this is cold)


focused on theĀ 

comings and goings

of Cummings and snowings

and wondering what I did

to deserve this


Juniper at Midnight

It is moments like this, watching the stars wink out like flashlights, leaving us in the dark, that I wonder why bad things happen.

Why do people feel like they’re not worth a body, a soul? Why do people feel like they will never be loved, like they need to go home in the middle of the night because they’re scared of themselves? Why do people feel like their body is a burden because of someone else?

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