Anchorless

Sitting at a desk

staring into space

scratching your head

I'm sorry it was me you chose

I took away your anchor

and now you're just

d r i f t i n g

going through the motions

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

Photography

By QueenBee

Makeshift whimsy

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Oaths

Sailing in the rain
moonlit sky in the dark
overcast shadows
a world of shards
broken
for the ones we love

promises mix with the impurity of dreams
we wish we could have

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Concert sick

I'm
the concert kind of sick
just-one-more-day-of-health
feeling-the-sneeze-coming sick
sniffles and tissues and begrudging resignment
but if I can just make it
one

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