He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.

I cried out to God, And There was silence.

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her

Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…

You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.