A grey cloud covers her sky , Its raining in her mind tonight ,
first a drop made the vase leak and ever since its been spilling through her eyes .
She cant figure out how to make it stop , as she doesn’t know why , So she just waits till it empties,she waits a lifeteime .

And when her eyes aren’t the subject of a tsunami, it’s her heart that takes the weight of the entre ocean .
it’s her heart that becomes blue ,
as an irregular rythm is set in motion ,
But her heart gets so full so fast,
and the vase is only half empty ,
she feels it beating so hard , right beneath her skin .

So she swallows It all , glad that now  she feels it less ,
she’s meant to be eating and swallowing , so it all makes sense . Then suddenly she’s not hungry for anything but  water and  air , and even that is now suffocating .

She chokes on it , drowns in it , as now it exudes from her pores , no matter how much gets out , there always seems to be more , oh the lord knows how she’d want it to stop ,  wants to stop it all.

It fills her up , and fills her mouth,only for her to ***** it out , hoping its all of it , shes purposefully gags , ignoring her groans and moans that are now ever so loud .

she empties her stomach's contents , that now has no water , no, only air. She hopes she's finally taken away part of the trouble and part of the blue that messed up her head .

but the vase is only half empty , she reminds herself , still its begging for exit , a crack in it is enough for the story to repeat-itself .

You left your home,
Your flowering tree
That bore you in the springtime.

Once released,
You drifted to the lake below.

Now on the water,
You drift again with the current
To reveal your whiteness

Your buoyancy
Creates gentle ripples

This picturesque scene,
Attracts attention—you're beautiful.

Your petals catch the sunlight,
Bringing feelings of tranquility
Unlike any other.

Above the trees flows

the water to the city --


In the blazing sun.

I was not raised by my sister's mother
Though the same woman raised she and me
I did not live with the same older brothers
Though we lived with the same older three

I was not cared for by the same father
As my sister had caring for her
The same person, he was, but I guess that's different
She had softness and I felt his burns.

I did not live in the same home as she
Though we both grew up on Fallow Street
I guess we're all changed by the parents we have
And more by the parents we meet

I did not have my sister's childhood
Hers seemed very soft to my eyes
While mine was a horror, tragic and bleak,
I fought very hard for my prize

My sister was raised in a different house
Different parents had she
We both grew up with the same people
But both had different families

As I got older, it took long to learn
That though we grew in the same mud,
My blood shared with her is thinner than water
For water is thicker than our blood.

I fall in love, like it’s a dare.
No helmet, no warning,
like being in the middle of nowhere,
when it starts pouring.

My hollow heart, unprotected,
waits to be washed away
with echoes of the silence,
that grow too heavy, until they strain.

The flood begins within,
soaking through skin, through veins,
tainted by you, to my core,
with a weight I was never built to bear.
The water rises, inch by inch,
but I don’t gasp.
I’m prepared.

I drown quietly, without struggle,
as if this ache has earned its place.
The tide carves out my ruins,
leaving nothing, but empty space.

And maybe that’s the mercy —
not the saving, but the cease.
When the water stills inside me,
there’s a moment of release.

A deer near a pond
Drinking water, sees a lion
Now fears the water

stamps today.
One for you,
one for me—
and I crossed my fingers
for clear skies.

The river knows what we were,
cradling our summers.

I remember you, girl by the river—
fifteen,
sun-warmed,
eternal.
My ghost in summer.

You laughed, and the river paused…
Barefoot,
dancing,
your brown skin
honeyed in the sun.

All the words I could have said
the river
swallowed
whole.

Sometimes—
when I close my eyes—
I hear the songs we used to know...

You, oceaning the shallows;
Me, a shell
on a distant shore.