maelynslavik

There's a haze out in the meadow before the cattle graze,
settled slow and clean and shining like a glaze, 

the cattle move on in as the dew begins to dry,
the haze clears up fast like a tear in the eye.

Patter, patter, boom

The sky is torn and shredded

The night is crying

Purple paper ripped out of my notebook 

you're beautiful in all the ways 

it says in my purple fountain pen 

I taught my sister how to hold the pen 

and she wrote me the note 

You’re perfect just the way you are,
but here’s a serum for that scar.
Love yourself, embrace your face,
but first, some contour 

you know, just in case.