She came as a breath of fresh air

As beautiful as
Morning Glory
Embraced by dew bathing
Epiphanic
Under a yawning sun

Gentle as a breeze
Her softness
My hallucinogen
I melt in her arms
Continuously

I am in awe of
Her beauty
Breathtaking
Delicate
Feminine
Black

Beautiful Melanin
I fell into her spell
With alacrity

Coffee Black no
Sugar no cream

My Queen

Envied and persecuted
Her essence
The epitome of strength

Like coffee Black no
Sugar no cream

My Queen

release your fingernails
from the
firmly indented
crescent moons in your
clammy palms

breathe in
through your nose
counting to seven
exhale out
through your mouth
counting to eleven
and feel yourself
inflate and deflate
as if you were some kind
of misused balloon

take down
one of the
coat hangers that
you have strung
along your
rib cage

and clothe
yourself in the
musty disguise of
who you had
forgotten you
ever were

struggle
against the tickling
feeling in the
back of your mind
that nobody really
wants you

nobody
really
wants
you

throw it to the ground
and stomp on it
as it squirms
under the worn-off
rubber tread of your
sneakers

nobody
really
wants
you

scream at it
until your own
ears make a distinctive
popping sound

nobody
really
wants
you

the darkness
is closing in
one more day
is one too many

nobody
really
wants
you

nobody
really
wants
you

bre­athe in
through your nose
counting to seven
exhale out
through your mouth
counting to eleven
and feel yourself
inflate and deflate
as if you were a balloon
and this were your last day

give yourself
until
september

september

september

*nobody
rea­lly
wants
you

I wanted to say thank you for all you've done.
you have been an inspiration to everyone.
I cannot to tell you the times, I stared in awe in all that you do.
With each page you wrote another heart you grew.
You've taught people important lessons over the years.
Lessons that people will hold dear.
You mean a lot to the world, and people who are suffering.
Because of you books, and they light they show, they are recovering.
I hope you know how important you are.
To the people around you and the ones afar.
You mean a lot to me, because of your light.
The way you held your head up high and kept up the fight.
You will never be the one to back down and that I admire.
For years to come you will continue to inspire.
So once again I say thank you for all that you've done.
For everything you've taught us, and the light you show, just like the sun.

“This’ll be her last winter”
My father says in a
Soft sort of way
The same words I’ve heard him say
Countless times before
He always had an understanding
Of life and death
and A quiet acceptance of both

As we drove the road sides
Were littered with bodies and snow
Corpses waiting until spring
To decompose

He’ll never worry again
About being the last one left
The people mill about as if
Nothing’s changed at all
but He can’t stop looking at
The place where she used to sit
and It hasn’t quite sunk in yet
That she’s gone, forever
He’ll never see her again
She’s never coming back
and He can’t shake the feeling that
He no longer belongs in this place
He can’t move on and he
Can’t go home
Because she is dead
She is dead and he’s
He is the one that remains

This was her last winter and she
Nearly made it through
He holds his tea between his fingers
and Looks at me as he whispers,
“This’ll be my last, too.”