I created you into a paradigm,
something you never were
or were ever meant to be.
wishing on each cardinal that crosses
A fever dream of a summer
plays tug of war with ones hopes
in an uncomfortable motion.
but I am reminded
I have the skin of a dreamer,
hollow bones to carry me along this
current
pull up the tainted plants
eat them for breakfast.
whispering into a sin so vague
there is no forgiveness