i cannot continue to empty out an already empty water jug
curled in the frosted grass my skin is sliced by a tiny sword leaving this rash of dots all over my hands
hot air and extreme defiance has been coursing through my veins
i wish i looked as sick as i feel inside because then i could subsist on giggles and green tea and perhaps blood transfusions and saline and exhaustion
peculiar creature digs in the rocky earth with a twig meant as kindling
peculiar creature is content dwelling alone
like Pluto once recognized soon dismissed
i wish this tea was spiked with more honey or more hope or more self worth
i never understood the appeal of flowers
or why they needed to be given in bouquets
peculiar creature lights a candle and prays to nobody