XL.
that's what my cousin told me
as we waited for her phone to die.
we paid far too much for the world to beat the shit out of us, constantly brushing the universe off our knees.
"you have always had this sadness,
a darkness in your heart that you fight."
she half smiled at this, urging me to continue;
"when we were kids, you protected us
from the beatings, the punishments
and i never could figure out why."
i keep flying.
as does she.
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fifteen (XV)
Poetryi prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
