And this giant wave hit her
The epiphany she avoided
For so long

She wasn't happy
She was numb

She can't remember
The last time she felt loved

Can't recall the feeling of being held

Can't remember the last time
She still had a dream to pursue

It hit her like a Tsunami
Washing her away

She was the broken

She has been for a long time.

tell me who your father is, or
who he was, who you know him to be
I want to know even the ugliest parts
of you
the parts that screech in your ears
when you say them, and you can't
block it out with headphones
how when old ideas blasted, courseless

you asked to speak to the girl who
walked like she had elegies written
on her legs
tell me about your home, she demands
how the walls don't know you yet
and the roof is still a stranger to
your shouts

the painful truths that split ice in
your echoes, whose spirits you conjure
with a blacklight, or in other words,
hell

how when odd interpretations become
compatible to your angles
you ****** the same girl to tell her
she was right, she was right about it all

-c.j.

The gusts were blowing
Our faces turned ice
Your hand was frozen
But so warm to touch
The leather burned cold
Though we were left buzzing
We were high, floating
From the heat just inside
Such a wonderful night
The strokes on canvass
Contrasted the world outside
But inside here, a little cabin
Your smile was fire
And your lips were flames
But I'd burn my mouth and blister
For another taste
Because next to you
I felt no cold
We make heat
You are bold
And as the gusts blow
Next to you is like paradise
Somewhere far
Somewhere warm