I crouched by the flowers beside the dirt path
holding one gently as i breathed in its scent

I heard you call from further down
looking up, I feel the warmth of summer on my face

I stand and breathe
the air is fresh and warm
the only noise is the birds chirping along the treeline, and us, walking along arm in arm and discussing everything and nothing

there is a fork in the road
i stop and glance down each path
just make a decision
vines crawl up my legs
just pick a path
moss grows on my back
just choose one
i turn to stone
don't die wondering.

i envy wolves
i want to scream till my lungs give out
i want to scream till i pass out
i want to scream till i begin to sob
i swallow down my sadness
and i never let it out
i envy wolves
i want to howl like they do

insects under my skin
they're there they're there they're there
you're there

redacted oh redacted
i dream about maggots eating your eyes

the only justice i will ever find is in my dreams
maybe that's why i sleep all the time

once i dreamt that i sat at the edge of the world
if i looked down from the grass i sat on,
there was nothing but dizzying blue below me

i sang as loud as i could and the breeze carried my voice away
i wondered who would hear me, and where

the world seems very different from up here

i wonder if anyone can hear me.