star

In the skeletal frame of a fence, 

nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,

Where vines wind up and veins wrap down: 

a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love. 

And your dark, knotted hair falls, 

   trailing along and settling 

        in the crevice of collarbone, 

ravine of spine,  

disgusting and decrepit

maintaining youth and good posture at all times

selling souls and skin for fleeting moments of happiness

oh how I hate those teenage girls

those girls who pose and pout and get what they want

5 years ago I was in 5th grade 

My "friend" told me I had a weird laugh 

I was too scared to laugh after that 

I’ll share a moment with you.

The day is lowering into eve 
tucked in by our February smoke 
the color of whiskey and gravel, 
and the yard is reminiscent 
like a memory of a memory. 

It's that time of the month again

Anger fills my heart

Sadness fights for power

My eyes fall close

Yet I can't sleep

The pain in my abdomen

Bursting full like a bruise

Waking up

Bloody