Twenty five the angel will be
I remember when she’d just gotten her wings
The white hair cascading around
my sadness
Filling me with light

The Angel wanted to die but she gave me life
Isn’t it funny
A decade goes by and the wings became pink like a sunset on a November night . Fifteen to twenty five .oh my how high she has flown,
She offers her hand and I take it
we embrace above the clouds
Pink and orange and blue and colors no one else will ever be able to see .

the lines in life they don’t mention
appear in strange ways
Driving the highway at night I swerve
Cross the line crush the line and blow it
Into my brain

Pink slippers with rose colored tights
First position
Second position
Third position
      Fourth position,
Fifth and. Sixth!
I loved the Nutcracker
I wanted to be a true Ballerina
  Stand on my toes and twirl
Faces swirl and I bow,
The curtain comes down as I take another
Pink pill.

Escape in a yellow pill
The tear in the dreadful never sleeping wallpaper
Rolling round and round behind the sticky wood

finding solace in solitude
I grow around myself,
swirling soundly around bones and sadness,
I sit in some sort of serenity.

voids are places we forget about
I get lost in my daydreams and stumble upon them
oh hello, old friend. Tell me,
how can you miss the absence of nothing?

Seeping into hot water
I bleed out colors I never
Could put a name to
Pour in the sugar and milk
Cloud the clarity
Of what you’d really see
At the bottom of your tea
Drink me, please

Tell me I taste
Like chamomile