My inner feelings
As grey as the foggy sky
Slowly dissipate

How easily you say the words,
Exposing what is true:
I was too busy falling,
To be sure it was for you.

- p. winter

You plant ur seeds & disappear
Time again, year after year
But now that you’re no longer here
Loneliness I do not fear

I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery