IceGalaxy

It takes two hours to hike to the top,
provided you don't stop along the way.
For the first hour and a half,
all you see is brown.
I hate the color brown, unless it's a
soft shade of mahogany. The last half hour

I don't watch the news anymore.
I can't, because
every single time I turn the TV on, 
there's either a story about a 
rape,
kidnapping, 
drug abuse,
fraud, or
shootings.
I don't feel safe anymore.

my grandmother owns a farm out in
southern virginia, which is
redneck land and
Trump/Pence 2020 land. 
i feel insecure when i'm down there;
nearly everyone who lives in the area
wants things to stay the same.

It’s the kind of day that makes me wish
I lived in Miami: grey,
rainy,
depressing to say the least. I start into
the fog, wondering questions that I
probably shouldn’t be wondering.  How did
I become so fucked up? What if

it was friday the 13th.

everything was normal.

we got sent home.

didn't come back.

i can only breathe in smoke and toxic fumes

because that is what i'm used to.

i can't say a word. 

we are having a debate in 
english class about if
love is worth it and i
need to get out of here because
i can see your face again. i 
breathe hard, fast,
nearly running from the classroom as