Abriatis

when i can't sleep
i crack open a book
one of weird, mostly unknown facts
that my brother stole from my mom's bookshelf
and i, in turn, stole it from his dresser.

it's got things in it i've never even thought about

don't bottle them up.
don't bury them deep down within yourself,
and you better not swear to never tell anyone.

don't feel bad for feeling a certain way.
don't put yourself down for seeing something a little differently.

the stools near the windows ;
lightbulbs dangling from chords above the counters, shining their soft light ;
plants in their pots, their tendrils hanging down ;
brick-and-wood aesthetic ;

a/n: self-harm mentions.

You stayed on my tongue like my favorite tea. Peppermint.

lingering scent of chamomile
washing over everything, a gentle wave
goodbye

a sip of tea
warming the mouth,
the soul

rocking of the chair
back and forth, back and forth
again

shooting stars up above