i’d take tea with the gods
if they would listen
spill liquified moons into delicate china teacups
and we will choke on tears woven from gossamer

what a bitter heart, my dear
dandelions coat my tongue with tuscany yellow
i shiver in the moon’s glittering penumbra
as we paint waxing crescents across the sky

I remember staring at blank walls, 
rain drenching me with tears of the fearful, 
ink smeared pages scattered around me, soiled 
I remember the wolves around me, wearing sheep's clothing 
wrapping me in their embrace, poisoning me with a bite 
a chain tied to my hands, letting me watch as 
my ink smeared pages tore in two. 

I remember walking through the night, 
heartbreak in my heart, aching for my fallen dreams, 
tears trickling as I carried my torn pages. 
...

soft lips purse together to kiss the P
tailcoats and top hats roll the R
the bite of nervousness silently screams the F
broken glass scattered as if they were the fragments of life slur the E's
gold-rimmed balconies overlooking a vast stage sing the C
under the cloud mobile, a new crib while she hushes the T and the I
when the beep of the heart monitor dies and sighs the final N
Perfection.

together, they create the sweet...

I wasn’t going to school. Rumors would be traveling around about what had happened to the librarian and I couldn’t risk getting upset about it. The night before had already been a disaster. So I just sat on my bed, my legs crossed in front of me. School was supposed to start in five minutes.

It was stupid--so stupid--to let Micheal see me get so upset. I kept waiting for a call saying he was in the hospital or that...

The sky was filled with the color of love, and the trees swayed in the romantic breeze. They blindly walked down 15th street to a lonely park.  
He quickly wiped his sweaty palms onto his pants and tried to look less worried. What he was about to do was very risky even for him. His heart was on the line. She tried to fix her silky brown hair, but the wind was tangling it with excitement.  
It was time. 
“Hey Angel,” he said in a shaky voice "I actually wanted to ask...

i’d take tea with the gods
if they would listen
spill liquified moons into delicate china teacups
and we will choke on tears woven from gossamer

what a bitter heart, my dear
dandelions coat my tongue with tuscany yellow
i shiver in the moon’s glittering penumbra
as we paint waxing crescents across the sky

I remember staring at blank walls, 
rain drenching me with tears of the fearful, 
ink smeared pages scattered around me, soiled 
I remember the wolves around me, wearing sheep's clothing 
wrapping me in their embrace, poisoning me with a bite 
a chain tied to my hands, letting me watch as 
my ink smeared pages tore in two. 

I remember walking through the night, 
heartbreak in my heart, aching for my fallen dreams, 
tears trickling as I carried my torn pages. 
...

I wasn’t going to school. Rumors would be traveling around about what had happened to the librarian and I couldn’t risk getting upset about it. The night before had already been a disaster. So I just sat on my bed, my legs crossed in front of me. School was supposed to start in five minutes.

It was stupid--so stupid--to let Micheal see me get so upset. I kept waiting for a call saying he was in the hospital or that...

coating my hands with this alcoholic based liquid
breathing into the quietness
when what I smell is miasma, the stench
trying to undo and wash away my sins
humans didn’t care,
appreciate the bliss, 
now it’s a nightmare
this alcohol-based sanitizer,
went beyond the skin
to clear away those sins
now we cherish those days
when we had the freedom
now we appreciate that
when we’re stuck in a cage
distances bought us closer
the mask is worn to filter...