Magnus Grace

The ice is bleeding,  

oceans cough up plastic in its lungs,  

skies choke on smoke  

while we scroll, sip, and shrug.  

Hate

Is ignorance:

It’s when eyes

Skim past the story of scars,

Focusing rather on the fact

They’re there;

They let the jagged curves

Birds fly through the sky.

Black against gray clouds

Though they’re bright

Red,

Yellow,

Blue

Up close if you stop and look.

Robins pecking for worms after the rain,

You’re perfect just the way you are,
but here’s a serum for that scar.
Love yourself, embrace your face,
but first, some contour 

you know, just in case.

Let me go back to the mountains 
Back to the trees 
Back to the forest who once mothered me 

Whispers travel in the halls at school

Weaving into people's brains

And people decide whether they like

What is going on

In a split second