Only dead fish go with the flow

A blatant touch;
the dainty landscape
is cold in stature.

I dipped my fingers in still waters
And watched the ripples of my intrusion

The urge of something new
craves in me
like the claws of a hawk
deep into the skin of its prey.

The grudge you hold
is eating you whole
For you don't see
your soul seems
like a festering sore.

He laughs at the way
I make lucky paper stars
When I'm anxious
or scared
or sad
or lonely.
He thinks it's cute,
Or so he says.
But when he sees me making them
He comes to sit with me
And I've started to fill
jars of stars
A lot slower
Because I like his smile
when he sits with me.

The heat seeping into my body through my hands
The steam sticking to my face like glue
The smell of peppermint surrounds me

I close my eyes and listen to the thunderclap
I listen to the rain hit my window

I fall apart
I shatter
Into a million little pieces

I feel the tea splash onto my hand as I shake
It burns but I enjoy the pain
It reflects the pain in my heart

Footsteps
I throw up my walls
Wipe away the tears
Clean up the tea

I'm fine.