She dug ***** after
***** of soil until
the hole was

long, and deep enough
to cover Brownie’s tan
and white speckled
body;

I was twelve years
old, and Beverly
fourteen.

never look to be clothed
by the one who sat there
and watched you freeze
-s

she told me she was godless,
birthed of lust and temptation
and whatever the other sins were
that she couldn’t bother to remember.
she told me she was godless
but the mattress on her floor was
sacred and every three days she would rise.
she told me she was godless but she does not whisper,
she commands.
she told me she was godless but there is something
holy about the way she stands naked by the window at 6 AM
bathing in light.
she told me she was godless but she has never been one
to believe in what she was,
and gods do not answer to other gods.
she told me she was godless but i am not,
and i worship,
i worship,
i worship

In the heart of this world
There's a lost little girl
And the weight of the world
Is on her shoulder

From hearts breaks and
Failures
To rumors, so much
Slander

A sweetheart she is
Maybe that's why
They take advantage
She strives
Fights..
She's wounded

Fragile little bird
Broken..
She can't fly

Pretty bird...
Please don't die.
You can fly.
Soar, darling.
Soar.