the city held me in her arms
and told me not to look—

close your eyes,
she whispered,

don’t let your silence
spill into the streets.

let the birds sing,
let the lovers live
and dance.

there is no need here
for someone like you,

with your night
and broken bones,

your silence that grows
roots.

go quietly,
let the light pass you by—

we are a place of the living,
and you are made
of yesterday.

And just like that…

I summoned the courage
To Burn the page
I once folded with trembling care,

It now curls in flame,
a silent flare
of who i was…

Is no longer here.

are there really angels in the sky so blue
if and when we die do they come for you
do they bring your wings so you can fly away
to heaven up above where all the angels stay

no more pain or suffering will there ever be
where you will live in peace stay forever free
in there land of love  in the sky so blue
then you will get to know if angels are really true

I curled up, swirling in myself
I tried to shrink out of this world
I wilted, waited for my leaves to dry so that I might crumble to dust
I waited for the wind to take my broken pieces
And spread them over unimaginable distances
Once I reach my destinations, I would allow myself to decompose
Sink into soil until I am indistinguishable from every other rotting corpse
That is to say—
We are all dirt