In every single one of my Poems, I set a fire to my soul & hope someone sees the smoke.
& if no one lays eyes on my despair, I roll over into a Percocet induced coma & dream as I choke.
Send somebody.

I don't fear the dark, For I am a creature of it.
The snow white fur and sapphire eyes my only true form in the mist of the moonlight.
Fangs and colored eyes are the other animals hidden among the woods at night.
The moon our friend, but also our light as we walk the hollow earth alone.

Darkness our home, light our enemy.
The howling of the wind if then is what truly is?
The running of paws as the wind roars.
It's the night that lets us breath, but the day that hides our forms.
For the day is light for all who sleep now, But the dark is for animals that live right now.

I run taking in what nature hides from others, breathing the life into my soul.
So now I must sleep in the slumber of day, till the night kisses hello.
My sweet prince awakes me form the curse that lays upon me.
His eyes pure blue and his smile like stars.
I will wait for night to call me to his arms once more, and then grace me with his voice for only me to hear.

oh! and she would curl her hair and wear
red dresses just to excite his heart when they
met in the supermarket
she would call him on a monday when she
felt lonely
oh! so admiring lonely that her lips would cry gasoline
and set the floor on fire
the air would smell of a lost religion and the clouds
oh! the clouds would crack like transparent eggshells
the sun's yolk would crawl inside of her scalp and
every strain of her hair
and she would put on brown mascara and
dial his number with fingers made of apples
oh! one ring, then one again and then the sound of
his voice - just like peaches. like peaches and honey
oh! she stopped loving him so very long ago
but she never stopped thinking about his
face carved in her spine and the way he spoke
was magnetic
almost electric  
oh! like peaches, like peaches and honey

I remember the first
Time, I had ever heard the word,
Loath.
6th grade Literture class.
A future started inside me,
One of adventures, & poetry.