My yellow my yellow
So calm and mellow
Like the sunflowers in the meadow

My yellow my yellow
So safe and warm
My haven is my yellow, it keeps me from harm

My yellow my yellow
They took away my yellow
I feel bruised and broken, where is my yellow?

My yellow my yellow
Where is my yellow?
I'll bring back my own yellow soon

Am I dead?

Dancing in the moonlight, I sang a soothing song. You laughed.

I live.

Clouds come in on puffy fluffs. You float away.

Until the morning tide.

Waters suffocate me. Your hand on my mouth, pressing down so my parents can't hear. Lights dance inside my eyes as I press my legs together.

It's  too late. You impress me. Your seed has penetrated my womb and the child is born.

There's blood on my white pillow case. Shards of brick in my hair. A brick, broken in half on the floor.

My head is pounding, aching, throbbing.

My heart. Oh, my heart! It is dying.

All new faces
Each and every day
Such a small world
Wouldnt you say?
Won’t ever see me again
In this world of gray
For the world is for the living
So I guess I can’t stay

down.
close all the borders
close all the universities
no more sporting events
no more company
you stay in your place
I in mine
and we’ll communicate as
we’ve always done –
through the lines

A Scene
Comes to mind.
Evading reality.

Waves
Of comfort
Covering.

A vast ocean
Of warmth
Descending.

Resilience
The framework
Surrounding.

Safe here
In this passageway
Pretending.

Our struggle as humans emerges from the reality of finite being painted on an infinite canvas.