Thus begins the summer month
But my body still feels cold
I see in shades of ashen grey
Where others see bright and bold
The lemon taste within the breeze
Is acidic in my throat
Refreshing water does nothing for
A girl with little hope
Thus begins the summer month
Where many are at play
And here I lie beneath the sun
Where I shall slowly fall away

There is a constant storm here
thunder, lightning
it eclipses the sky and blinds the stars
The thunder ricochets off mountaintops
and the lighting is dazzling, unburdened by shadow
and no rain, never any rain
to scorch the untouched earth
You are my constant storm
my everlasting thunder, and beautiful light
and you are pure, pure of the ***** marks
that the rain will leave behind
And that is why
I cannot touch you

Being anonymous
In an ocean of other
Anonymous faces
Moving together, crowding together
Riding the same tide
For the same ******* reasons;
In sacrificing your identity
Take care not to lose yourself

My body is not a temple, it is a carcass.
With brittle bones and rotted flesh, I bleed ink and I cry stones
You see what you want to see because the cage that is my skeleton
Does not conform to what you think is socially desirable.
Here I am, in my brokenness, in my crumbling tower of a body, my burgled home
Here I am in my misery and here you are in your ignorance

How did Atlas do it?
Hold the world on his shoulders
I can barely lift my head
With the thoughts in my mind
Like lead weights
Dragging me deeper into oceans
That will never see the light
I can take my coffee black
And sit in the brazen sun
But the nightmares still come
They still come