Writing

On that night,

I saw the stars

in waves of black and blue

weaving through my vision

before it went dark

The fireflies buzzing about

if i don’t take something from you 

ill take the other.

i’ll wash your oceans down to my essence

and eat the dirt that gives you life

the schools of fish shall go to my offspring 

The ice is bleeding,  

oceans cough up plastic in its lungs,  

skies choke on smoke  

while we scroll, sip, and shrug.  

Nothing with flour

no bread

replaced with

matzo meal

potato starch

eggs that are the cost of two books

all of my life necessities in food

gone

replaced with

hard,

crunchy,

If only I loved a little less hard.

Did not stay up at night,

Worried that I hugged the wrong person

Or smiled at someone who talked badly about me when I left the room.

If only I loved a little less hard.

I have very mixed feelings about this poem, which I wrote when I was 9. Please enjoy, or at least humor yourself when Little Me rhymed "need" with "feed"!  - Calico Frost

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