maelynslavik

One day, on a dry summers night,

A winged monster swooped in, looking for a fight

It burned and it broke everything it could find,

Then it left, leaving carnage behind
 

You may not understand

What it is

To look your future in the eye

And have it blink

To not know

If your rights

Will be your rights

You can't skip over the third stair

if you're sneaking into the kitchen

because all the stairs creak,

just in different ways.

They don't talk about the light

in the closet