maelynslavik

"Our hands are light blue and gentle. Our eyes hold terrible confessions." 

-Anne Sexton 

How naive to think glass shattering is someone breaking in, 

as the days turn to fire for retribution

and the nights turn to ice for revenge,

i watch the smoke curl over the mountains

grayish-pink sunsets smelling of apples and your grandfather's attic

We are a free country

We have freedom

We have free speech

We are free  

We fight

We fight party v party 

But really

It should be parties v government structure

Racism