How Did I Get Here?
How did I get here? I mimic those around me. As they find answers.
Last year as a teen. I prayed for wisdom and strength. I’ve made it thus far.
Would the world reset? Dark intentions be wiped clean? Or must we close lids?
Trees Walking as Men
Ghosts are in your head. Good angels, not humans felled. Monitor the feed.
Apples to Apples/Seven Hills
(An ode to the latex coating on apples, rending them allergenic) … His nail scratches away the thin, waxy surface layer of the apple. On a scale of mites Where things begin to separate Damage unseen until it expands Under the microscope In that land of many hills, The sky is only as wide as…
Manic Mondays? LOL
I lie in bed thinking to myself that my hair is so dry I should get up right this moment and moisturize… deeply and maybe even I could wear my scarf to work tomorrow and then I could wear a boxy dress all black and hoop earrings. I have these gold ones I haven’t been…