I was ten when the sky cracked open, 
and fire spilled out like molten glass through the sky. 
The fair smelled of caramel and dust, 
and I was scared of how bright the world could get. 

 they say I used to be so free,
 as if I set that freedom down
 somewhere careless
 and forgot to pick it back up.

apology to the mirror

 i say sorry to the mirror
 for looking away too fast.
 for calling her names
 that no one deserves.