Writing

Hold it together

Be a good kid

Set an example

Make safe decisions

Don't be obnoxious

Or greedy

Or spoiled

Or sassy

Or fresh

Lead your siblings

Your not their mom

But help them

deep shades of black and blue

pressed time again

to withstand the pain of remembrance.

I pick and scratch,

until it becomes a scab, a scrape—

revisited and reopened

in the dead of night

There’s a flower growing in the dirtiest of pits,

Rotting in the sewer,

Mildew seeping from the grate— untouched,

Bypassed by those who don’t stop to wait.

Buried,

A wisp of a wish— restless,

I am from mythic hues of orange and blues, 

Where the setting sun greets the gentle waves.

From solemn mornings and soft bed sheets,

To boisterous cackles and tire swings,

I am from the jostling of jewelry—

I fear death
The way I fear the end of a song
Like I fear my favorite part being gone in an instant
A moment I can never get back
A note I experience only for a blip

My body is a universe
My freckles are the stars
The planet Venus is my lips
My teeth, they come from Mars

Mercury is in my brow
The furrow that you see
My thighs are Jupiter, you know
In the galaxy of me