an ode to my emotions

will you take my empty hands, 
lead me across the barren lands, 
as I stumble, blind?

will i wave my white flag,
plead lightly, let the words drag,
as your mercy is defined? 

to write about the stars stitched upon the sky as poets do, 
but my fountain pen is filled with bittersweet memories created by you.

a lingering happiness sketches a smiling girl running through
a wonder of walls painted blue.

RELEASE ME. 
CAPTURE ME. 
HELP ME. 


 
c

crisscross

NY

17 years old

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    She was born in the radiation era, 
    A veil of marble covers her eyes,

    Her lids webbed in waves: 

    They were stitched too tight

    to permit the penetration 

    of the perpetrator.

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    supernova

    when a star dies, it is a violent explosion.

    it can emitt more light than an entire solar system.

    and while it pulses with hot gas and blue light,

    it slowly dims. until its remnants are scattered

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